Thursday, December 1, 2022



A Drifting One


I am a drifting one,

flying through the sky,

a spirit, invisible to the naked eye.


The lone tank man,

the one who stood in courage,

blocking tanks in Tiananmen Square,

full of courage and strength.

This drifting one held his hand,

giving unconditional support.


On that fateful bus of change

in the city of Montgomery,

one lady of colour

not moving, full of strength and belief.

This drifting one was there

providing a hand.


In Peru, when the plane crashed,

a brave seventeen-year-old

walked out of the Amazon

swollen, infected but alive.

This drifting one guided her downstream

to the opening of civilization.


I am the drifting one,

flying through the air of history,

a spirit, invisible to the naked eye.

August 4, 2022

©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2022


Pied Pipers Are Singing


Pied Pipers are singing

their choruses of chaos and destruction

that their misguided followers will follow.


The conductor of warfare

waves the lightning rod

that they people will follow

like blind, little zombies.    


The people were already searching

for the kerosene to ignite

their passion and rage.


Anger is the scariest animal,

waiting for cues from the rest

of the prowling herd.


Pied Pipers are signing

their song of chaos and destruction

knowing the animals will follow

and destroy for them.

August 7, 2022

©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2022


The Miles


So many miles on the weathered body.

Looking out to the sky

I think to myself

regret is one of the emotions

that this body does not feel.


Sometimes I feel tired

in these aching bones

and burning muscles

however, I push

for many more miles.


The miles have given so much.

The magical scenes of life

being brought for the experience.


At times, looking out,

do not feel my age

though I know

there are more miles behind me

than in front of me.

The job now is to take in

whatever miles are left.

August 4, 2022

©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2022




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, and have 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 multiple poetry books, Snake with A Flower, The Phoenix Has Risen, The Path, The Storm Is Coming, Whispers of the Calm, Searching and Letter To You, a novella, Redemption Avenue and a book of photography, Through My Eyes. A Walk Through Time is Andrew Scott’s second book of photography

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