Robert Kirkland Kernighan

(25 April 1854 – 3 November 1926 / Ontario)

Robert Kirkland Kernighan Poems

161. Draw Up To The Fire 5/9/2012
162. Chickens Come Home To Roost 5/14/2012
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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 ...

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WITH blood upon my fingers and upon my brow a frown,
I wiped my knife and took my way to old Damascus town.

The Saints of God all terror struck, beneath my feet went

1 trod on angels all the way to old Damascus town.

All hell came forth applauding as I went marching down

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