Robert Kirkland Kernighan

(25 April 1854 – 3 November 1926 / Ontario)

Robert Kirkland Kernighan Poems

121. The Tune Mother Played 5/18/2012
122. Bushed 5/18/2012
123. On New Year's Day 5/18/2012
124. The Wrong Hospitality 5/14/2012
125. Who Will Answer? 5/14/2012
126. The Socks My Mother Knit 5/14/2012
127. The Fall Fair 5/14/2012
128. The City Of Damn-His Soul 5/12/2012
129. When Your Heart Is Breaking 5/9/2012
130. Ebenezer's Kid 5/9/2012
131. When The Old Dog Die 5/9/2012
132. Ya-Honk! 5/9/2012
133. The Old Cow Bell 5/9/2012
134. Where The Grass Grows Green 5/18/2012
135. Uncle Sam To Miss Canada 5/14/2012
136. Sunshine Always Follows Rain 5/14/2012
137. The Great Democracy 5/12/2012
138. When Baby's Sick 5/9/2012
139. Jonah And The Whale 5/14/2012
140. A Night Of Horrors 5/14/2012
141. The Irishmen's Lament 5/18/2012
142. Grandmother's Quilt 5/12/2012
143. Sweet Peas 5/14/2012
144. A Float On A Floe 5/14/2012
145. A Grave In The Sunshine 5/14/2012
146. Don'T Come Again 5/14/2012
147. A Day Dream 5/14/2012
148. A Girl I Like 5/14/2012
149. Dead You Say 5/18/2012
150. By Telephone 5/18/2012
151. Don'T Tell Mother 5/18/2012
152. Ahab 5/14/2012
153. Butchin Hogs A Farm Idyl 5/14/2012
154. Dolly's Foal 5/9/2012
155. A Trooly Good Man 5/9/2012
156. Canada First 5/12/2012
157. A Blanket Of Leaves 5/9/2012
158. 12 The Khans Canticles 5/12/2012
159. Be Merciful To The Horse 5/12/2012
160. 24 The Khan's Canticles 5/12/2012
Best Poem of Robert Kirkland Kernighan

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 ...

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34 The Khan's Canticles

We meet them and greet them at ev'ry turn,
We pass and know not their hidden sorrows.

O, brothers, think of the hidden fears

That throng the unseen bosoms quaking ;

It 's hard to laugh thro' the blinding tears,

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