Adams musings
He Was Adam
Hands were hard, muscles huge,
Voice so harsh was rarely used.
Hard working, strong, well learned and read
There was always importance in the words
That Adam said.
The image of his mother
Quiet, dark, and tall,
There were times he didn't seem
To be a Cartwright man at all.
They were happy being ranchers
On fields and lake and plains.
But Adam seemed to hear a different voice
Strong, and calling out his name.
Oceans, learning, traveling,
Seeking out new roads and trails
He followed and he followed them,
Some lasted, while others failed.
Years had passed, were flying by,
And Adam had a thought.
Maybe peace was really truly found
In the wooded Land his father bought.
He packed up what he still had left
His face set heading West,
For maybe after all he'd done and seen,
The rancher life was best.
He shook his head and laughed out loud,
He knew he'd never stay.
The chance of sheer adventure
Would always call him back away.
But for now he kept on walking,
There were folks he had to see,
Wondering with each steady step,
How changed they all would be.
Across each lonely ridge top,
Down each yawning canyon rim,
Adam stressed, worried, wondering
If he was remembered by his kin.
He came riding through a ridgetop,
And stopped his tired horse to rest.
Below him lay the cozy home where
He'd be a son and not a guest.
He wanted to see his Pa,
A tough man as he recalled,
He wanted to see his brother Hoss
A strong man, like a wall.
He remembered young Joseph Cartwright,
A handsome rowdy trouble maker,
And realized all that was dear to him
Lay below on Ponderosa acres.
The sea wind would still call him,
His feet would one day stray
But he knew it was not without fondness
That dreams would carry him away.
He'd knew never be a seamen.
He'd never be a mighty soul
He'd always love his Ponderosa homeland,
And when it called, he knew he had to go.
