Another Thanksgiving

It seems so long ago
When I had my first thanksgiving
in my new country
in Hazleton, Pennsylvania
With David, his parents,
sisters, brothers and friends
The last Thursday of November in 1976
seems so long ago like a dream almost
When David brought me to the USA
Everyone was alive then
Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, Brian, Martha and her family,
Cornelia, Mark and Sheila
Martha's husband, Albert;
her children, Ricky, Rosanne and Andrew
Martha had passed away before her children grew up
I, too, last saw them since 1983
Soon after Mr. Thompson passed away
We said, "Our father" together with David,
Sheila, her family and other family members in the hospital
Life goes on without any opportunity to plan
27 more thanksgivings
Today I celebrate my 28th
with my wife, two children and parents-in-law
In this winter wonder Vermont
How lucky I am to be here
To look back through this memory lane
Happy thanksgiving
Another thanksgiving
Thank you God...
Thank you for everything...
Happy another thanksgiving

St. Johnsbury, Vermont
11/24/2011 @ 7:29pm

Close your eyes

Close your eyes
Have no fear
God is here always

The sun is finally shinning

It has been raining for a whole week
it is good to finally see the sun shinning
the neighbors out walking
the middle aged men on our riding lawn mowers --
me included!
our dogs are running free
our grasses are growing wild
we made the best of what we had
we didn't complete our hike
it was still a good memory
it was chill and windy
the best is yet to come
the one has just passed us by....

www.sea2011.org

Mr. Josh Seamon has created this wonderful site for our SEA trip: www.sea2011.org. Please feel free to visit.

Winter

I can hardly hear the birds singing
this Saturday morning
I can hardly see the sunrise
this muster like cloud
invading the horizon

Going back to my birthcountry

After 36 years, I will go back to my birthcountry
To see where I once was a little jungle boy
To learn what I was once part of this world
Along with 23 students and two other teachers
How exciting it is to be alive?
At this age......

Another night in the Barn

The heavy snow has been pouring down like the 4th of July's firework
Here I am sitting in the Barn proctoring the boys
It is Saturday night, my duty will not end until mid-night
By the time I leave, the snow would have covered my plowing truck
Life is this second, while I listen to Amadeus Mozart
Who wrote his C-Symphony years ago, yet, here it is
Like the first day Mozart discovered its meladies
The crystal piano sounds and the summer sky violins
I see Mozart sliding pass the street covered with snow like tonight
Back to his home where his wife is quietly sleeping
Back to his room where he rolled his white ball over the pool table
Once the ball reached the end of the pool, it returns to Mozart's left hand
With his right hand writing, composing these meladies
I could just see and feel the fire that was burning inside of him
Yet, the burning flame can never escape even out of his soul
The heavy snow is still pouring down while I am typing these words
Soon some of the boys will return from the winter dance
While some insists in staying in the dorm
Their parents are far away
They're here to learn and to be adults
I am one of their science teachers
I shall stop myself at least for a while to go out
to see and watch the snow, another mysterious substance
Farewell........