The Other Side

For decades people come here every fall

looking for the calm picturesque scenery.

Taking in the serene, changing colours

that come to us each and every year.

People cannot believe how quiet it is here.

The lawns are perfect and shops so welcoming.

An old town feel in modern times.

The visitors com here with blinders

on for what may be plainly hidden

right in front of their selective eyes.

Hidden off the colourful trails

are holes where bones

have been laying for years.

Local walkers always find them

without authorities ever locating

where they came from or who put them there.

Rumours have been floating for decades

of homeless wonderers stopping to tent

only to never get passed one night.

The transient walkers come here

as a walk through to the next big city

hoping for a night of peace and rest.

No one knew what was happening

until the old bones were found

off the trails in plain sight.

People that were known were not missing.

Not a person counted the travelling nomads.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Whispers amongst the community

were told to be silent about the decay.

People that visited would be driven away

from seeing the beautiful fall.

Taking the necessary monies away.

People knew where to direct the vacationing

away from the fresh and dried bones

found in the hidden other side

of this small tourist town

where all homeless wanderers were welcome.

August 1, 2019

© Andrew Scott – Just A Maritime Boy

Stand Or Fall

The shadowy shepherd wants to guide you in

to a path guided by an illusion of light

hoping you will walk without thought

and do the bidding of the compromised.

Feeding on the insecurity of your trails

the ability to push is present

to the ways of what is not believed.

Convictions of self can be forgotten

in order to join a place that may be wrong.

The feeling inside is just to belong.

Holding onto principles in this harsh time

can and will be the most difficult

if belief is fluctuating with the wind.

Set the feet firmly in the soil

and grasp onto what is in the conscience.

Embrace and do not waver

in what is known to be right.

Believing against the shadowy shepherd

lets us al stand still

where the opposition may fall.

August 7, 2019

© Andrew Scott – Just A Maritime Boy

 Grainy Photo

All that is left of her is this grainy photo,

black and white, face barely visible.

Sad, after forty-three years, the only memory

or trace of her of her of the time spent on earth.

Miss Gracie just disappeared

from the lives of my parents

when she got on her old bike

and went to visit her Aunt and Uncle,

who just lived down the road.

This community was small,

mostly everyone knew every body.

It was nothing odd about to have kids

walking or biking up the road alone.

The elders always kept an eye out

with the exception of this one time.

Hours later all they found

was Miss Gracie’s bike laying

in a muddy, roadside ditch.

Every person in the village

was called and the search started,

farmer’s fields and woods scowered.

For weeks, someone was always searching.

Local radio kept pleading for tips.

There was a lot of people that saw nothing.

Not positive which one of my parents

gave up on finding Miss Gracie first.

For both of them it was decadees later.

Before then, every phone call

or door knock gave hope,

then hope would be taken away.

I was ten when Miss Gracie disappeared.

She was seven at he time.

Did not know how that moment

would define everything in our lives after.

I was never allowed to travel alone,

no neighbourhood kid was.

We were all home well before dark

and our parents knew where we were.

My kids have gone through the same.

Check in at home at all times.

Those rules never changed

under any circumstances.

My children may have resented me

however they were safe so I do not care.

Never once did I explain why.

felt like I did not have too.

There is an old, grainy photo

as a reminder for why.

July 10, 2019

© Andrew Scott – Just A Maritime Boy 2019

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 a classrooms, judge poetry competitions as well as be published worldwide in such publications as The Art of Being Human, Battered Shadows and The Broken Ones. His books, Snake With A Flower, The Phoenix Has Risen, The Path, The Storm Is Coming and Through My Eyes  are available now.  Searching is his fifth poetry collection.

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