Saturday, January 1, 2022





Lost In The Flood


It has not been a full decade yet

but the rebuilding of this little town

has been so slow since the year

that spring flooded this place out.

When our little river in the heart of town

could not handle the flow.


Little homes, generations old

were in little pnds of water.

Almost taking them

along with the flow of the river.


Hardware and grocery stores emptied

and there was not a way to restock.

The roads were washed out

or cracked under the pressure.


For weeks, canoes were

the only way to travel

from place to place.


People did share what they had.

Food for all, potlucks for those without

were such a welcome sight.

Community spirit never washed away.


The destruction and loss

was felt when nature’s reminder

finally lowered itself

to just flow within the insies of the river banks.


So much to rebuild

and not everyone could afford to.

Insurance may not have covered the loss

and jobs were taken away.

People could not wait

for the roads to be rebuilt.


Families had to leave

just to try to survive.


The town is still a shell

of what it once was.

Homes have fallen from

the years of a rotten foundation.


Not sure if it will ever

be the same as before

in decades from now.

People around here are trying

but there was so much lost in the flood.

March 18, 2017

© Andrew Scott – Just A Maritime Boy 2017


Dear Stranger VIII


Dear Stranger, how are you today?

There have been things us onlookers

have seen that are a bit concerning

and maybe you can help explain.


There are those pills being passed around

that are taking the lives of so many

who believe that beyond the quick high

there is nothing else that will happen to them

until they lay still in a buried casket.


As more and more are in the news

being buried along side so many others.

Your actions become confusing

as you continue to take the artificial high.


There has to be a reason

that you believe you are immune

to the garden of death these pills bring,

though you have read the effects too

and have seen pictures of the bodies.


As you raise the next pill to your mouth

even though it may be your last one

The rest of us wonder why the road to suicide.

That is what we do not understand

and is what makes you a stranger to us all.

January 10, 2017

© Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2017



Died For


I see the people scream

in the dark streets of today,

protesting and believing

in what they are doing

is the right thing to do.


When I marched so many years ago

I fought for these freedoms

for all the people of this nation

and the citizens of the world.


Fires are being lit

by the opposing sides,

burning the voices of reason.

Torches are being thrown

and shelters being crumbled.


The scenes remind me

of the war torn country sides

where so-called enemies

fought and killed each other

for reasons that neither understood.


The prayers of a peaceful embrace

have never left my mind

since the day I marched

on behalf of all.


I think of that all the time

when I see the hate of today.

Trying to remember

that this freedom and fight

was what I fought for

and my friends died for.

February 2, 2017

© Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2017




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, Whispers of the Calm and Searching and one book of photography, Through My Eyes.  Letter to You is his seventh poetry book.


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