My Bonanza Poems (by ViveAdam)

Summary:  I gathered here a few poems that Bonanza inspired to me

Rated: K  WC  1300

 

Bonanza Poems

Finally, I will have to tell,

Yes, I’ll have to give an answer

And thus passing a rough exam,

Who is the one I do prefer

Is it this great actor, Pernell

Or more the character, Adam ?

 

 

When you look like casting a spell

And when your eyes flash with anger

While your words hammer like a drum

Do I watch your outburst, Pernell

Or is it your fury, Adam ?

 

 

And when you look at a damsel

So tenderly staring at her

That she cannot resist your charm,

Who is in love, is it Pernell

Or Ponderosa’s prince, Adam?

 

 

And speaking of your smile as well,

This crooked grin on the corner

Of your lips, while crossing your arms,

You say “peasants”, you are Pernell

But also the impish Adam

 

 

Riding, shooting, flying from jail,

The actor serves the character

Giving him flesh, giving him frame

What did you keep for you, Pernell

That could not claim handsome Adam ?

 

 

In my poor brain, like jingle bells

Two names are sounding. Whatever

Petty people did write, I am

Sure that I admire you, Pernell

But you’re the one I love, Adam


Chapter 2:

“Journey remembered” inspired me this poem

Western wind, adventure’s wind, blows into my head

It told me, young fellow Ben, go ahead

Go boldly to wilderness, where the giant tree

Taming sky and sun and stars, grow free

 

Western wind filling my heart, took out my reason

Commanded to leave my house with my son

And to cross America, just to build my home

A shelter for baby and his mom

 

Western wind making me mad, though I was so wise

In my ear whispered : your life has no price

Retiring as a sailor, become a strider

Find your place and become a rancher

 

Western wind is hurricane, it blew me away,

But I know that it will fall on the day

When we will have reached the land, under the sunshine

Designed land to be that land of mine

 


Chapter 3:

That’s the comic kind

How could you believe


When you’re a Cartwright


Dating a young miss


That you want to kiss


On the point to give


This so wanted kiss


Instead you receive


A bump in the night



What, little brother,


Being a Cartwright


What did you answer ?


Did you knock him right


The troublemaker ?


Did you have a fight ?


Yes I did brother


And gave the bumper


A bump in the night



After, I suppose,


Little Joe Cartwright


That the girl went close


To you, the brave knight


Defending her cause


She came on purpose,


Lips like a fresh rose


To get, deep or light,


A kiss in the night



Then you’re mistaking


Even a Cartwright


Who should be a king


Isn’t always bright.


She preferred the bad


Boy ! Isn’t that sad ?


T’was so heartbreaking


I took from her sight


The poor Joe Cartwright


Chapter 4:

Oh, dear little Joe

 

We’ll never leave you

 

Even if Michael is gone

 

Oh, dear little Joe

 

We can promise you

 

You’ll never walk alone

 

On your side, you’ll find us

 

 

Oh, dear little Joe

 

We’ll love forever

 

The young man merry and charming

 

Oh, dear little Joe

 

We’ll forget never

 

The boy that makes dreaming

So many among us


Chapter 5:

Three years old Elisabeth Cartwright, Adam and Sylvie Cartwright’s beloved daughter, definitely couldn’t resign to going to bed. Sylvie had tried everything, gentleness, sternness, threats, promises, nothing could decide the child to stay in bed.

 

Sylvie was on the verge of flying off the handle when, at last, her husband came back home.

 

“What’s happening ?”, he asked his over-excited wife.

 

“It’s Elisabeth. It’s half past nine and she still doesn’t sleep”

 

“Pa, oh Pa, you weren’t there, I hadn’t my song.”

 

Adam frowned : “What is this, Elisabeth? Why are you disobeying your mother? Do you think you’re pleasing me doing so?”

 

The little girl immediately, burst in tears.

 

“Want my song, can’t sleep without my song.”

 

“But I sung you several songs!” Sylvie argued.

 

“That’s not the good one.”

 

Adam looked at his wife, over the child’s head: “No time for severity”, he said in French, “I think I’ll take her to her bed and find out about this famous song.

 

Sylvie didn’t want anything else than to get rid off her daughter for the rest of the night. She nodded in agreement and let Adam lift the girl and walk upstairs.

 

Once in Elisabeth’s bedroom and after laying her on her bed, Adam went to pick up his guitar and asked his daughter: “Now, what song do you want?”

 

“Little ho’se.”

 

“This one? But you always cry when I sing it.”

 

“Little ho’se, little ho’se”, she repeated.

 

“But you’ll not cry?”

 

“No, Pa, no Pa, please sing little ho’se.”

 

Adam sighed, took his guitar and started :

 

“T’was a little horse in the bad weather

 

How brave it was!

 

Horse as white as a swan feather

 

All of them behind, little horse in front

 

All of them behind, little horse in front

 

 

 

There was never fine weather, always wrong

 

In that landscape so sad

 

When the little horse was hobbling along

 

All of them behind, little horse in front

 

All of them behind, little horse in front

 

 

 

But under the rain, still it was happy

 

When hitched up it was

 

Folks ready for a ride in the buggy

 

All of them behind, little horse in front

 

All of them behind, little horse in front

 

 

 

The buggy on the long road rolled and chased

 

Its lovely wild tail

 

That was the way and the time it was pleased

 

All of them behind, little horse in front

 

All of them behind, little horse in front

 

 

 

But on one day the weather was threatening

 

This day so well it behaved

 

My horse died under a flash of lightning

 

All of them behind, little horse in front

 

All of them behind, little horse in front

 

 

 

It died without ever seeing spring

 

How brave it was

 

It died without seeing sun shining

 

All of them behind, little horse in front

 

All of them behind, little horse in front”

 

While he was strumming the last bars away on his guitar, Adam stared at his daughter. She was shutting her eyes, her cheeks wet with tears. A few seconds after, she was full asleep.

 

Adam went downstairs, chuckling and found a calmed down Sylvie waiting for him.

 

“It’s amazing!”, he said, “seems that she likes to cry. Can you explain that?”

 

Sylvie smiled back at him: “Oh, very well, when I was a child, I liked to be scared and I liked to be moved.”

 

“And now you’re grown up?”

 

Sylvie came next to her husband: “I like to be cuddled and kissed.”


Chapter 6:

Behold them, riding cheerfully


Them, handsome and merry young men


No fence, no gate, they run freely


Three guys just dropped in their Eden.


Just stare, my friend and say nothing !


To the wind and the burning sun


Carelessly their face offering


They go laughing and having fun


Fearing no beast, afraid of none


Just happy in the wilderness,


With their brothers, never alone


Forgetting worries and sadness


And us, poor girls, at them staring


Making the travel in our mind


Back in time, with them riding


The lost Paradise there we find


Chapter 7:

Adam, Adam, Adam, the name in my heart sings

 

Brilliant, the man so called, handsome and brave also

 

Clear and bright are his eyes, his kindness revealing

 

Deep is the voice I am never tired of hearing

 

Adam, Adam Cartwright, Adam I love you so

 

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