A Song Of A Wreck Poem by Ima Ryma

November tenth, the month and day,
Nineteen seventy five, the year,
S.S. Edmund Fitzgerald ship lay
Bottom of Lake Superior here,
Where all crew of twenty nine died,
None of the remains ever found,
As though the great lake did decide
To keep her dead forever bound.
No doubt a storm brought the ship down,
But never known the how or why.
The tragic truth that day did drown
With all the living who did die.

Gordon Lightfoot made the wreck be
Part of musical history.