the shipping lanes of Lake Superior, the waves
rise in seemingly endless spouts toward the
sky with a feary known to only a handful of
courageous men and women but rarely to a child.
In those lanes, in the bastness of a lake
that has often been touted by the greatest
captains as having a personality of its own,
a rage within so vial that seldom a man would
come away having challenged it, but even so,
there rides atop whitecaps a huge tanker making
its way to some unknown destination, yet very
destined. The ship is stable and fearless.
With steel bones, belly, and deck, it would
easily cause even the most learned to question
its seaworthiness, yet it is. Through the
years, it has seen the changes on land, and
to some extent the changes at sea, but it
has never failed its journey through storms
and gales, nor across sandy bottoms and rocks.
It was conceived with forethought and honed
with care. Its plans addressed every obstacle
that might occur, every problem that might
arise, and every trick that nature may bestow
is mighty. It is seaworthy.
men and women splash champagne upon its bow
to celebrate its entry into the fleet. The
little boats that line its sides are smaller,
but greater, for they alone could mean life
or death for the crew.
the years, it carries many loads from one port of safety to another, battling
Superior between the two. Seasoned by its trials, celebrated for its victories,
it knows both calm and fierce seas. Through it all, it remains sea worthy.
60 years of service, the once infallible tanker ship is retired from its shipping
duty into another life journey... yet it remains strong and it remains sea worthy.
twenty years it takes its load from one port to another, but now the load is happy
people, joyous people, people looking to have fun, see new adventures, find new
the next five years its systems begin to fail, one after another. Parts that may
be replaced are changed out. Boosters put in place where they may be added. The
ship slows. On occasion, it forgets its course. Trips extend for days that were
once mere hours. And the passengers choose another liner. Yet the mighty ship
still sails its committed route, port to port. Four life boats line its edges.
day, all systems shut down. Mechanics scurry to restore main support systems.
And the greatest tanker resumes, its engines engage, but many of its main systems
must be overridden and ancillary systems implemented. The call comes; decisions
must be made: fix or fail... too many systems have gone awry, too many failed.
And the ship is set free, free of all bindings, free of all pumps, free to float
out to sea.
pass. The lights fail leaving the ship in total darkness. The hydro systems fail
leaving the ship without mobility. Its battery falters leaving it inaudible. It
can no longer push the fuels through its lines as rapidly as needed. Then its
pumps give out leaving it to sink... slowly it sinks to bottom of the sea where
it will rest out of sight, out of touch, out of reach.
only remains are its lifeboats, which stood aside, unable to lift the huge ship,
unable to help, watching, watching and waiting for the end to come. And it does.
The end of the bow is the last visible site, but it, too, soon sinks below the
surface being sucked to the bottom. Gone.
& Prose - Metaphoric
On Gitchee Gummee - It was a good day
Endless Road To The Remembered Land
Bed Of Life, Unknown Author
& Dad] [Brother Bob] [Bertie]