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 and Searching andone book of photography, Through My Eyes.  Whispers Of The Calm is his sixth poetry book.

To contact Andrew, email …andrewscott.scott@gmail.com

Dear Stranger XII

Dear Stranger, how are you today?
You have been busy as of late,
taking buses and planes
to talk to the people
while on the campaign trail.
 
You were trying to gain our confidence
to have you be the figurehead of this country
after somewhat failing on promises
on the previous years’ opportunity.
 
In our shared land,
up in the northern parts,
there are communities
without running water.
The most basic item
 and are being ignored.
 
Clinics all over are being closed.
Taking away ladies
right to choose what happens
to their own body.
Decisions made by
men’s bureaucratic closed minds.
 
Ladies and gentleman are coming home
from protecting people and lands
half the world away
only to have no support
and taking their own lives
when there is no where to go.
 
People have chosen you to lead
over many other options.
It is time to show us
that you can do this.
Political correctness does not matter
for these times.
Do what is right.
Until then you will
be a stranger to us all.

Winter Flakes

The leaves are changing colours.
The autumn air is turning crisp.
This time of year always brings a worry.
The days start getting sorter
and the nights a lot cooler.
 
During the summer it is easier.
A person like me can find anywhere to sleep,
under bridges, hideaway benches.
So many options for he resourceful.
 
Now with the fall surrounding me
there is fright of not enough
warm clothes for this season.
Trying not to think about a bed.
The nightly bed under the bridge
will not due in a few weeks.
 
There are shelters to go to
but those beds are filled so fast
if you do not get there at a perfect time.
So many fights out of frustration
when that happens.
 
It is the same anxiety each year.
A person would think I would
but used to the season changes.
I have survived but age quicker.
Do not even wish to think
about the first coming winter flake.

Sit In Silence

Sitting on the front porch,
taking a moment to breath.
These days do not happen much.
Most of my time is filled
with unpredictable moments.
 
The diagnosis was just
a few short years ago.
My child was mostly seen
as being moody and bratty.
Being the parent,
I knew there was something else.
So many different moods showing,
changing in short periods of time.
 
So hard now to get the pills
that would make the child better
or calmer, to be taken.
When they are taken,
the child becomes so numb.
 
Mornings like this morning are rough.
One moment so calm
then a jumpy agitation,
talking and screaming.
It is the violent crying
That cannot be stopped.
 
Take the times of long sleeping
for a break and a breather
not knowing what will
start it all over again.
 
As a parent the love is unconditional
even when the steps to be taken
are so hard and long.
 
Sometimes I am not strong
and breakdown when no one can see.
Being away brings anxiety
because I am waiting for a call.
 
To recharge and be strong
a moment like now is needed
to just sit alone in silence.