Johns Dream

From a village high up in the mountains,

To halls of learning, I keep climbing,

Samson John, that’s my name,

With hope and heart, I chase my fame.

Born in a small village, mountain winds in my soul,

Papa and Ma, loving hands, making me whole.

Through the rugged hills where the wildflowers grow,

Dreams took root, in the silence and snow.

Failed some tests, but I never gave in,

Each stumble made me stronger within,

Chasing knowledge, reaching for the sky,

Learning to fly as I aim high.

Here I stand, I’ve come so far,

From mountain roots to shining stars,

Teaching minds, sharing dreams,

Samson John, chasing life’s beams.

Paiakona's lessons, sometimes tough, sometimes light,

But I kept my courage, fought through the night.

University of Goroka, earned my place,

Degree in hand, I embrace my space.

Never giving up, I hold my dreams tight,

Turning struggles into my guiding light,

Mathematics in my classroom, I ignite,

Inspiring youth, aiming right.

Here I stand, I’ve come so far,

From mountain roots to shining stars,

Teaching minds, sharing dreams,

Samson John, chasing life’s beams.

Every lesson is a new beginning,

Every challenge, a way of winning,

Small village boy, now standing tall,

Answering destiny’s call.

From mountains high, to global plains,

Rooted deep, where hope remains,

Samson John, forever brave,

Writing my story, my own way.