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