Little Billy Waters Double Dare.
Little Billy Waters, Sam and Pam Cartwright
went for a walk in the park
and all got such a fright.
Billy said, "There's monsters
under the bridge down by the stream.
I dare, I double dare you both to go down
and do not scream."
But Sam and Pam Cartwright gave
Billy Waters such a stare.
"Why should we go Billy?
Just because you dare!"
"Come, says Billy, it's safer if there's three.
Then if the monsters catch one of us
the other two go free."
"Not blooming likely, Billy waters are you mad?
We'll get in trouble if dared a double dare
then found out by our dad.
So we're going home.
If you want to double dare Billy,
Then you must double dare alone."
The Cartwright Brothers
the Ponderosa owners
and Ben Cartwright's sons
He knows every weakness, interest and dream,
every movement through hope and grief!
He knows every thought, question and glance,
and He knows what brings you relief!
He knows your emotions, both bad and good;
He knows the temptations you face!
He knows the next word that will leave your mouth;
He knows when you can't stand the pace!
There's no place to hide, no place to run,
but why should you run from the Lord?
He knows every Avenue and road you will take,
yet He says, "You're my child, rest assured."
Robert Cartwright Davidson Jan. 2015 (RabCD)
Getting the meaning of Scripture right,
Takes time by prayer and planning!
There’s adventure, travel and romance;
The Bible’s well worth scanning.
What is the key that opens the door
of history, theology and prophecy?
Biography and poetry are both there too,
Along with good philosophy.
Jesus gave us His Holy Spirit.
To teach knowledge, wisdom and truth:
It is up to us to apply this,
Ensuring no ends are left loose.
The power of the Word is a magnet,
When delivered in love it brings hope;
Drawing multitudes from disaster,
Giving them new faith to cope!
Me, I feel much less than adequate!
Yet Jesus said, “I’ve chosen you,
To deliver correctly and wisely
The Truth as I’ve taught you to do!”
Robert Cartwright Davidson July 2014
From lugging heavy boxes in a distribution place,
To taking pinewood coffins to a so called place of grace.
From melting from the heat from six till half past three,
To eating currant buns and drinking nice hot cups of tea.
From hassle from the bosses; there are far too many of them,
To driving around in solitude, with no one to shout your name.
From stitching machines and printing machines on the shop floor,
To making personal enquiries at some brand new prospects door.
From being driven crazy by the boredom of the job,
To have the joy of being able to earn a few more bob.
From the pittance of a wage that was forever small,
To a salary that makes you feel almost ten feet tall.
From the humblest of positions, in a factory set-up,
To driving bones and bodies to the hospital make-up.
From this most unusual tale, I'm sure you've got the notion,
That if you leave the factory, it's sure to be PROMOTION.
Even a funeral assistant gets twice as much or more,
Than all of these workers on this factory shop floor.
So Neil we wish you all the best in your new position,
There won’t be any hassle because it's just DEAD opposition.
Robert Cartwright-Davidson
There was a day on TV
Where westerns were all the rage
You could take your pick
From your TV paper page
Together our masked hero the Lone Ranger
With Tonto kept outlaws in a spin
Have Gun Will Travel was the card
For black dressed professional gunfighter Paladin
Wagon Train kept rolling along
Seth Adams the leader
Flint McCullough chief scout
Old Charlie Wooster was the feeder
Rawhide kept the cattle moving
Gil and Randy kept control
In Dodge City it was Gunsmoke
Marshall Matt Dillon was key role
On the ponderosa it was Bonanza
Where Ben Cartwright was the boss
With his family of three boys
Adam, little Joe and Hoss
Wells Fargo was the stagecoach
Where Jim Hardie was the star
Now these are only some
For they were many more by far
They were the Virginian and the Rifleman
Laramie, Maverick and Cheyenne
The High Chaparral not to mention alias Smith and Jones
These made us all a fan
Cowboys where are you?
Memories of you is our lot
On TV we can’t see
Is this our last shot?
poetgord@2013
He was very popular on television in America.
For years, he played Ben Cartwright on “Bonanza”.
Being patriarch of a piece of land in Nevada,
he and his three sons lived on the “Ponderosa”.
Did you know he originally hailed from Canada?
One day, he stepped into a recording studio.
The product of this endeavor was a song called “Ringo”
High on Billboard’s charts this record would go.
Mr. Greene was a very popular actor in his day.
Sadly, in 1987, he passed away.
Thanks to the Internet Movie Database for information I obtained.
We went in search of names we knew
Their stories yet unknown
What burdens had they endured in life
Would we ever really know?
From village to village we travelled around
We searched from place to place
Past honeysuckle and high hedges
Would we ever find a trace?
And so we came to Lapley
And Cartwright corner did we find
The graves so worn and weathered
So few memories left behind
But there was the farmer Ezekiel!
And his wife Charlotte too
Their daughters Elizabeth and Mary Ann
So many amongst the few
And further down another grave
I knelt, and under the moss
There was Ezekiel the blacksmith
Mourning the love he’d lost
And still we searched for more and more
And roamed throughout the grounds
Looking and wondering if more were here
Or had time worn them down
And so we crossed to the graveyard
And two monuments we found
Side by side as in their life
And now beneath the ground
And for that moment time stood still
As we looked to one another
Two kindred souls who thought upon
A daughter and her mother
I had a Merle collie, Cindy was her name;
She was sleek and beautiful, football was her game.
She'd play with a ball for hours, her skills were quite refined,
She would even head it to me if she felt so inclined.
We climbed a mountain range, one cold and wintry day;
She dashed around everywhere, how she loved to play.
When she reached the summit she flopped down out of breath,
I couldn't leave her lying there freezing half to death!
I carried her down the other side, my she weighed a ton!
Afterwards it seemed worthwhile seeing her having fun.
Robert Cartwright-Davidson 5th July 2011 entry for Pick a Pet Competition
~~~Cowboys~~~
When I was a kid I wanted to live
On the Ponderosa, a cowgirl I'd be.
The daughter-in-law of Ben Cartwright
And Little Joe would marry me.
Cowboys stoked my imagination,
Made me dream of times gone by.
They were men who were strong and brave
And many a cowboy caught my eye.
Westerns I watch, I'm an avid fan.
The cowboys always make me smile.
I daydream along and wish myself there
If only for a little while.
So if you want to catch my eye
Just wear a stetson and a pair of tight jeans.
Then you're halfway to winning my heart
For my interest towards cowboys leans.
What is justice? What is right
In a world consumed by greed?
What can we do when justice is gone
and the law can't intercede?
We need to heed sound instruction.
We require the power to trust.
We desire a new dimension.
This directive is a must!
So sack the politicians;
The judges should all go.
Disband committee meeting;
Quangos are a 'no'!
Innuendos and intentions
must fully be explored.
Appointing Peoples' courts;
Should, at first, not be ignored.
Heh! Hang on just a second,
I've just thought of something new:
Human rights will be denied.
Let's forget about this review!
Robert Cartwright-Davidson Jan. 2011
This is based on a story about David 'Deacon' Brown The Open Golf Champion of 1886 at
Musselburgh, Scotland.
Davy wis a genius
at climbin' up an' doon.
A chimney sweep o' sure repute
frae Musselburgh Toon.
He won The British Open
in 1886;
Ah'm share awbody whae wis there
thocht it wis a fix!
The Championship Officials
had a player oot o' sync.,
So they thocht o' 'Deacon' Broon,
A player whae'd played the Links.
They fund him up a chimney,
Cleanin' oot the Lum.
They washed him an' they claithed him
An' filled his achin' tum.
The course wis fu' o' champions
linin' up that day.
'Deacon' mumbled tae hissel',
"Weel ah'm jist here tae play!"
He played his gowf wi' panache
an' beat them at their game:
"Ah'm the world's best chimney sweep
an' that is NOO, ma claim tae fame!"
Copyright Robert Cartwright-Davidson February 2009
The snow has come,
everything is at a standstill.
Everything grinds to a halt except,
for the little children sledging.
A little snow and the schools shut,
The nurseries close down, nowhere
to send the children. Ah, Grandparents"
Must get to work, big project on, alas
when I get there they too have shut down.
Car stuck in the snow; how do I get it out?
No shovel! "Heh, can I borrow your shovel?"
"Not mine it's his but sure you can use it."
"Thanks for the use of your shovel!"
"Ok, can you give me a shove?" "Sure!"
Back hurts, slipped disk, oh no, not again.
Go to hospital, no staff, where are they?
"Didn't you know, we had a snowfall today,
no one turned up. I am the only one here.
Never mind love, if you sit in the waiting room
I'll make sure someone will come and see you.
It could take three or four days but hang in there!"
Copyright Robert Cartwright-Davidson February 2009
Being stuck in a traffic jam
I was shocked to see
A sticker in the window
of a car in front of me:
It held a lurid message
Of dark and deep despair;
Ex husband locked in the boot
Open it if you dare.
I laughed a bit, then paused for thought!
What if it really were true,
How do I know theres nothing there?
If I did, What would I do?
I decided I would follow her
Then take a peek inside'
After all you don’t post a note
Of what you wish to hide!
I opened the boot cautiously
And much to my surprise!
A jack-in-the-box sprung out
and hit me between the eyes.
I now know why the boots are up
In the car sales sites I pass:
It confirms no husbands are in them
Who’ve been poisoned shot or gassed.
Robert Cartwright-Davidson (RabCD)
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