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That Old Barn

8/30/2021

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That old barn,
Ready to fall any day now,
Wooden walls giving away
To the season’s weather,
Paint is frayed around the windows. 

May special occasions
Hosted in that old barn.
When it was first built
The horses took shelter
In its comfortable stalls
After a hard days work
Lost track of how many 
Foals were given to us there. 

The celebratory talks
After a successful hay season
The sweat that went 
Into each hot day
Bales upon bales
The cold brinks
With exhausted neighbours.

As new barns were built
This old barn
Guarded the tractors
And other farming equipment
Saving them from
The elements of the seasons.

So many memories
With each weathered board
That falls to the ground

Smile when moments
When they pop into my mind
Life shared with that old barn.

August 30, 2021
© Andrew Scot - Just A Maritime Boy 2021


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Hot Days In July

8/18/2021

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​Storm clouds are rolling
all around, bringing humid heat
to the hot days of July.
Thunder where all you saw blue.
Fear in the emotions in every snap.
You can smell the heavy, frightened air.
 
Searing flames of destruction
tear apart the village of Lytton.
Fires burning buildings, homes.
People running to escape,
young adults watching parents burn.
No one knows for sure
what may have caused the melt
in one of those hot days in July.
 
In an industrial town in Bangladesh
a warehouse is used as a captive deathtrap.
Fifty-two mothers, fathers, daughters and sons
burned, trapped inside with no way out.
No exits from the heated walls.
The owner lit the match that
burned the lives away
in one of those hot days in July.
 
Cars flying through the air
as the floods form in Eastern China.
Raging rapids covering roads,
violence screaming from river waters.
People and houses tossed aside.
Twisters clearing an unforgivable path.
Destruction that must feast
during these hot days in July.
 
The heat of July days is taking over,
people are acting murderous,
senses of the earth scrambled.
Terror in unexpected places
harvesting in the hot days of July.
 
July 27, 2021
@Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2021
 
 
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Heart's Crying Tonight

8/2/2021

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​Watching the heavy rains
outside my stained window,
realize the sky is not
the only one with sadness.
 
My own heart is crying tonight,
tears from discovering
my elders from yesteryear,
that always preached the right thing,
have let all of us down.
 
Have always been told
how good we are as humans,
taking care of one another,
holding hands, protecting all.
Tonight, my body shakes in grief.
The words were all lies.
 
Mind is full of confusion,
learning how sinister
and, at times, still are
through the denial f wrongdoing.
 
Saddens my soul,
the elders preaching
how they and we are good.
All along they knew where
the bodies of the young
were buried while pleading innocence.
 
Everything, everyone I have believed.
I am now questioning this night
what is the truth, what is a lie?
All of it heavy on the heart
that cannot stop crying tonight.
 
July 10, 2021
@Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2021
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