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.