When the gales of November came early

 A friend of mine is a Gordon Lightfoot fan. He wanted to see the monument in Tudhope Park when he contracted Covid. He recovered but was not able to make the visit. So this is dedicated from one "bird" to another.

The approach with the 3bronzes:

"Black Day in July is on the left side:

The main monument is at the end of the Barnfield peninsula:

Most of his songs appear among the leaves:

There is a "key" nearby to help identify the connections:

The final element is recalled each November:

There is a bell rung for each life lost.

We just had our first snowfall of the season. And we also had a touch from the last huricane of 2022, Nicole. This is a reminder that Mother Nature's laws supersede those of Queen's Park,  Parliament Hill, Washington, Berlin, Moscow - you name it.

Wise Old Bird

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early

 

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