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 anda book of photography, Through My Eyes.

A Walk Through Time is Andrew Scott’s second book of photography To contact Andrew, email …andrewscott.scott@gmail.com

The Headstone

Part I – The Drive

Each time I make this drive
to visit you, my body quivers.
There are many thoughts and memories
that run through my mind.
Reliving our time together.

The more memories that come to me
the more coffee and cigarettes I have.
Try to make the music louder and faster
however that never truly works.
The sombre mood deepens within. 

Our life had many chapters,
some good, some bad, some ugly,
yet, somehow, we grew
and shared so many moments
after we took the time together
and got to know and respect each other. 

This drive never quickens.
Have made this trip many times
with different thoughts each time. 

Part II – Differences

Always think of our differences.
You were a proper, stoic man,
Full of pride and dignity. 

There was a quiet grace
and a gentlemanly
way you carried yourself.

I can see where I confused you,
adventurious and did not adhere
to the rules that you were brought up with.

Our differences clashed on more than one occasion.
You and I did not understand each other.
The yelling was for years. 

Where you believed in living 
the way you were brought up,
I went the oppostire direction
with my spirit.

It was not until I visited
the village that you were raised
that I started to understand you
and why you were the way you were. 

I know when you saw me
grow into a defeated spirit once,
you started to appreciate the adventurious side
and were happy when I rediscovered it. 

Our differences worked together.

Part III – Crying

I used to cry a lot when I was young.
This would irritate you,
leading to many more tears and arguments.

For you, I am sensitive at the time.
Being the stoic man you were,
the emotions would be hard
for you to grasp and understand.

As I grew, the sensitivity melted away.
There was not a lot that would affect me.
The self-thought model of a man. 

It was not until later in life
that I saw the real emotion in you,
your eyes would swell
when your sentimental side,
That was hidden, would come out.

Silent tears when talking fo yesteryear
over a hot tea.

That was when I knew
that real men cry. 
I still do. 

Part IV – Coffee/Tea

There was a lot of healing
over simple coffee and tea.
Conversations at a kitchen table
that only we shared.

I learned so much about you
in hearing what you had to say.
Insights and stories of what made
you the man you are.

Though I admit in the beginning,
when we did have the conversations,
I was too young to fully listen
to the words that were given. 

Saly, it was not until later
and I was older, that I understood
why you were having these conversations.
An attempt to teach me. 

I knew how hard it was for you to share.
The pain and emotion
that was shown during the private times
was treasured. Know that. 

Part V – The Headstone

Seeing your headstone,
there are no words
on how hard that is. 
Pain. 

Cannot say how much
I think of and miss you.

The influence of you is with me.
You are the greatest man
I have ever met. 

Know I am still talking to you.