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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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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 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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