Quarentine blog day 345
Song of the lakes
Upon the open waters
The captain at the helm
One eye upon the radar screen
The other on the waves
For though it may be calm right now
Old sailors know too well
That upon the lakes, clear skies
Can go suddenly to gales.
Out here, upon the inland seas
No ship is ever safe
For here, so many vessels and the men
Have met a watery grave.
When sunlight it be scarce
From north comes the front
And frost and snow it falls
As the water chokes with ice.
As winter turns to spring
And summer comes and goes
The winds across the lakes
Calm down
And the skies clear
But always the calm
Ends way too soon
And soon the banks of fog emerge
Upon the pounding swell.
Soon the days grow short
And a chill upon the air
Signals autumn coming in.
Up and down the lakes
Comes fear and dread
When the witch of November
Comes howling in again.
Upon the five Great Lakes
All must tread with care
For all are at the mercy
Of nature
Unbound and wild still
So say a prayer
For a clear and sunlit day
And a prayer for those who work each day
To keep the waters safe
And pray for those who never more did see
Their families ever again.