Yuan and his christian music

35 more minutes to mid-night
before I leave the Barn to go home
I've been here since yesterday at 6:30am
Like me, the boys are also anxious
to go home for the summer
Most of them will be their first trip home
from a whole school year in far away land
Yuan is from Taiwan, listening to his
Christian music with his friend, Alan,
who is from Hongkong
They're playing a computer game
Harry, Jae and Daniel are from Korea
Hernando is from Mexico
Al is also from Taiwan
He has gone to sleep
Alvaro signed out to his friend
He is from Mexico also
Max and Brian are from Bamuda
Graeme is from Texas
Austin is from Colorado
Tom and Josh are from Connecticut
James, son of a supreeme court judge,
is from Massachusetts
Kyle, Daniel, Peter, Keith and both Matt
are from Vermont
The proctors: Mark is from NY,
Chris (the head), Mr. M, Peter, Johnna
and me are from Vermont

A deer dying

My wife and I went back to our house in East Albany, Vermont
The place where our farm house was the only one with electricity
The rest of our neighbors were left over hippies from the Kennedy era
A dentist daughter who felt in love with a country-like medical doctor son
A diplomat son who likes to live like a Vermonter in mid 1960s or early 1950s
We brought a little joy and hope to our new neighborhood then
We ate meat and drank the cheap American beers
Not like our neighbors who only eat organic foods and have no heart to strike a little cutie bird for a brunch
I did...yes, I did...that was how I was brought up to live and to survive in my childhood in Laos
My wife and I found a dying deer on our property
He was dying
"Poor thing," he was called
Dying, how fast can he be
The game warden was informed as I left our red house
With our dearest friend, Neil
Not a left-over hippie with his cool and stream-like mother of two or three
It doesn't matter
They were living
I was dreaming
While a deer was dying
I don't know
I just don't know why????????????????????????

How do I feel tonight?

Life goes on
Even today, this hour, this minute.......
This second
Veretas
I can no longer smile
With the lengthy memories
Boston, walden, chelsea, and this is Quincy
Life goes on
One way or the other way
but, life goes on
Even in this hour
When all of my family's members
Have gone to sleep
I will laugh again
Many years from now
When the clouds are completely in control of CO2
Good night
This is my inner voice tonight
BJS

Five more weeks

Today is our day
We'll live like we'll die tomorrow
We'll learn like we'll live forever
Mahandas K. Gandhi told his people
My life is an open book
He was no emperor,
not a military general,
not a president
nor a prime minister
Gandhi was simply a constant experimenter
Five more weeks before we'll go on our seperate ways
Until we meet again
Perhaps not and there is a good chance never again
Good night my students
This is my daily inner voice tonight

Easter 2009

"This is the coldest Easter sunday I've ever had," my father in law kept telling us
At his age of seventy, I am sure he knows what he meant
His basement is warmth by the expensive woodstove,
which he earned through his hard working years
Waking early and traveling to several states to make a living
Raising a family in Glover, Vermont
Started out as a barber
Then, the hippies came; they took away his business
"Noone wanted short hairs," he exclaimed
Life is to blame
Life is a shame
If it is to blame
For life goes on and on
Noone is here to stay
We're simply passing by
through our journey
Life is this Easter
I spent with my father-in-law,
mother-in-law; their beautiful daughter,
whose is my wife and our two lovely daughters;
and not to forget, our pet and my black lab buddy,
Salem-Hieng
He is in a time share
with my in law and their two cats
Life is living
This is my inner voice tonight
B. John

Good night

Good is your
On the hill of Glover, Vermont
Over and over again
Doing what you could
Neath in God's hell tonight
You decide what I meant for you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

How I Wish

How I wishdon
I could play a piano
Like Amadeus
Like Beethoven
But I can't
In rushing with time
I end up writing these words
from the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont
Where I used to have a little infant
Where I did whatever I could
To be alive
The rainbow is beneath our soul
But we must redeem
Screaming for joy
a boy is here to ood night....................