The Graveyard of Lake Ontario


The graveyard of Lake Ontario
The Main Duck is widely known,
For a score of helpless vessels
On its jagged shores have blown.
Duluth to Montreal, Cleveland to the sea,
Veteran mariners spin tragic yarns,
About an island near the Galoos.

Ancient brigs and man-of-wars,
Schooners, barques and frigates
Are derelicts on its shores
Laden freighters, tugs and tows
Have grounded on its shoals,
Held prisoners by rocky tentacles,
Unfreed in their struggling throes.

The Graveyard of Lake Ontario,
A sailor’s last Port of Call.
For many a veteran seaman
Arrived not at home in the fall;
Lulled by the wind and the waves,
They sleep in the boundless deep
In a harbour fair, safe port at last.

by Willis Metcalfe


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