ANDREW SCOTT

 

ANDREW SCOTT

 

Old Serpents Of The Past

 

They creep and grip so fast

out of one’s hearing

Old serpents of the past

 

sitting there, steadfast

silent while waiting

They creep and grip so fast

 

their reach is so vast

when they are slithering

Old serpents of the past

 

the shadows are a revolving cast

never feel when they are advancing

They creep and grip so fast

 

arrival does not come into forecast

only when you believe they are behaving

Old serpents of the past

 

when they decide to blast

the pain is blazing

They creep and grip so fast

Old serpents of the past

December 25, 2017

© Andrew Scott – Just A Maritime Boy 2017

 

 

North Creek

 

Mike exhales smoke from his forth cigarette,

staring to the cloudy, starred sky,

trying to figure out where to go,

what steps to take forward.

Every goal and dream now changed

by a night up at the North Creek.

 

Marie wipes away a tear from her face.

She has checked the news twice

to make sure her life was changing.

She is scared on how

her mom and dad will look at her.

Their baby will change in their eyes

by a night up at the North Creek.

 

Mike’s school plans for college

are on hold in his mind.

Will have to stay in town

to be a responsible man

after a night up at the North Creek.

 

Marie thinks of how

she will finish high school

as she grows and plans

about being brought into motherhood

from a night up at the North Creek.

 

Mike and Marie do not know

where their next turn is

or even how to get there.

Their adult fantasies

are changed forever.

 

Two kids that did not

even know one another

before a night of acting like adults

one night up at the North Creek.

December 25, 2017

© Andrew Scott – Just A Maritime Boy 2017

 

 

Lost Town

 

Live in a little town,

a place that time

and people have left.

 

We grew from a community boom.

The town beside us

was a busy mining town.

coal and ore the specialty.

 

Our town built a harbour

that shipped it all out.

Boats constantly

arriving and departing.

 

Population grew with families.

People working for

and willing to work.

Happiness and prosperity

were spread all around.

 

As long as the mines flourished,

our towns would always

be a destination.

 

The flood hit in the late nineties.

We were not prepared for the excess

running rivers damaging homes,

destroying roads

that connected us to the world.

Our harbour beaten down.

 

Transport roads for the ore and cola

washed away, creating separation.

Nothing coming in, nothing going out.

 

New roads never connected us again.

 

Other ways were found to transport.

Our harbour dried up and rusted.

 

Cars and ships were noises

that disappeared in the night.

Buildings frayed or collapsed

from no one using them.

 

Positive no one knows

what is remaining here.

Cut off from the world it seems.

A lost town no one remembers.

November 16, 2020

©Andrew Scott - Just A Maritime Boy 2020

 

 

ANDREW SCOTT

 

ANDREW SCOTT is a native of Fredericton, NB. During his time as an active poet, Andrew Scott has taken the time to speak in front of classrooms, judge poetry competitions as well as had over 200 hundred writings published worldwide in such publications as The Art of Being Human, Battered Shadows and The Broken Ones.  Andrew Scott has published five poetry books, Snake With A Flower, The Phoenix Has Risen, The Path, The Storm Is Coming and Searching and one book of photography, Through My Eyes.  Whispers Of The Calm is his sixth poetry book.