Robert Kirkland Kernighan
Robert Kirkland Kernighan Poems
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Chickens Come Home To Roost
The world is wide and the faithful tide
Returns to the welcome sands ;
It 's often true that the work we do
Conies back to its maker's hands.
And every man knows the wondrous plan
By creation introduced :
Be it soon or late, at a certain date,
The chickens come home to roost.
JBe careful, then, ye sons of men,
What reckless words ye say ;
Be they good or ill, your sayings will
On your threshold stand some day.
You 'll bear the blame, for all the shame
Was by your lips produced ;
You 'll know it then, and ...
The Khan's Canticles
Above the sparkling pebbles rang.
Ah, they were Indians old and grey,
Robed in the skins of bear and coon
That they had slain in days of yore
When hunting on the Waubigoon.
' Alas ! We '11 hunt no more, no more,'