C.D. KEITH
For Better or For Worse
"Do you take her for your wife?"
My answer was a firm, "I do,
For as long as I have life".
Now many years have passed and gone,
Since the day we took our vow.
She was precious then, as she could be,
She's just that preciousnow.
Since Nineteen-Hundred-Thirty-One,
I've known no bond or fetter.
I never yet have found the "worse",
She's always been for "better".
--C.D. KEITH--
Unworthy But Saved
The Savior tells a plan.
Wherein a supper had been made,
By an unknown certain man.
The Master sent his servants out,
To bid them come and dine.
The bidden quests with one consent,
Began to beg and whine.
One said I bought a piece of ground,
I've got to go and see.
So ask the Master to excuse,
Explain to him for me.
Another said I've bought five yoke,
Of oxen I must prove.
Now wasn't that a real excuse,
He sho' was in the groove.
The oxen had been purchased.
Too late to prove a trade.
All ten of them already bought,
The bargain had been made.
One said I've married me a wife,
Therefore, I cannot go.
I've got and idea who was boss,
In fact, I think I know.
Once more he sent his servants forth,
And searching all about.
Had he not made this final call,
I would have been left out.
But in the hedge by a highway,
The servant chanced to see,
A poor, lost, wayward, sinful soul.
And that lost soul was me.
HALLELUJAH!
--C.D. KEITH--
On The Farm
On a farm he did not own.
By the time I came into this world,
Other children were then done grown.
All the older kids had chores to do,
Long before I learned to crawl.
They were hoeing corn, and chopping wood,
Picking cotton, in the fall.
I guess I lived a sheltered life,
Just the "baby" of the clan.
Whatever you do said the older kids,
Do the very best you can.
Mother washed our clothes with an old "rubboard",
Then she hung them on the line.
But I know she lived a happy life,
She was singing all the time.
Our milk was cooled in an old spring house,
In the only way that we knew.
And our food was cooked on an old wood stove,
'Twas the best that we could do.
If I could go back, live it over gain,
And this will likely sound strange.
But knowing the things I know today,
Not many things I'd change.
--C.D. KEITH--
Our Children
'Twas quite some time ago.
When we decided we would wed,
We knew our love would grow.
But just how much it would increase,
I guess we never knew.
While it continued to enlarge,
Our family also grew.
At first there came a little boy,
As cute as he could be.
And when the stork came back again,
This time a girl, you see.
Now she was quite a "tomboy",
And when she was but three.
We had to watch her very close,
Or else she'd climb a tree.
And when the third one came along,
She was a little late.
Eleven months, to be exact,
We simply had to wait.
I thank the Lord each day I live,
For children, oh so fine.
I thank Him too for letting,
These precious three be mine.
Why, you can't see your children's faults,
My wife was told one day.
If they had any, I sure could,
She smiled, then turned away.
--C.D. KEITH--
Changes
Yes, quite a while I'd say.
Since Dad would sit in the old armchair,
To rest at the close of day.
I'd watch him as he fell asleep,
And sometimes wonder too.
When he would nod and wake himself,
As he would often do.
He always had a guilty look,
But we would never cheep.
And then he'd grin right big and say,
I almost went to sleep.
There's one thing I could never do,
I told them loud and clear.
And that's to close my eyes and sleep,
A sittin' in a chair.
Now years have come, and years have gone,
And things have changed, you see.
The things I thought I'd never do,
I do so easily.
Just writing poems tires me out,
But too, it fills a gap.
If you don't mind I think that I,
Shall sit and take a nap.
--C.D. KEITH--
Sowing And Reaping
And think they're getting by.
They never seem to stop and think,
That reaping day is nigh.
"We all shall reap what we have sown",
This truth is very clear.
And often where it hurts the most,
Through the child we love so dear.
When Judgment comes, you're up a creek,
Without a boat or paddle.
And when you take a look around,
You'll find no fence to straddle.
--C.D. KEITH--
Dekalb County High School
To all out friends and classmates dear.
We now must take up something new,
Although the shock is hard to bear.
The hours of high school days have passed.
All classmate friends at last must part.
The fuse is lit; soon comes the blast.
And then on life's highway we start.
The hills are steep; the climbs are hard.
But still we wearily plod along.
Success for some at once is barred,
While others sing a hearty song.
The faculty of dear old D.C.H.S.,
Whose courage strong has helped us through,
Deserves of everything the best,
Because they're loyal, kind, and true.
Our real life's works has just begun.
Old D.C.H.S. we now must part.
Our preparation has been done.
On life's highway we now must start.
--C.D. KEITH--
Class Poet
A Dietful Ditty
And the way she lost, was really a fright.
She took it off fast, quite a bit at the middle.
At the end of the month, she's as trim as a fiddle.
What kind of a fiddle?
Someone wants to know.
Well, I guess "A Bass Fiddle",
As big as they grow.
Forty-eight at each end, thirty-six in the middle.
So take it from me, she's as trim as a fiddle.
--C.D. KEITH--
The Sorghum Mill
It always gave us a thrill.
We knew that soon, when the cane was cut,
That Dad would go to the mill.
He'd load up the wagon, as full as he could,
With the fresh cut cane from the field.
When the weather was right, and it wasn't too dry,
He always got a good yield.
If you've never been to a sorghum mill,
And watched while sorghum was made.
Then a wonderful sight has escaped you, my friend,
It's better than any parade.
If I could again, be a lad of a boy,
And go with my Dad to the mill,
To sop up the skimmings, and drink of the juice,
I know it would give me a thrill.
The day of the mules and boom pole are gone,
Replaced by electrical power.
And much of the pleasure, that people once knew,
Is vanishing by hour.
--C.D. KEITH--
Selfish
Who was "selfish" as he could be.
If something real good was to be given out,
He would say, "Let it all come to me".
He wanted the best regardless of cost,
And he got it, I truly can say.
For it seems that all things that were really worth while,
Were always coming his way.
Now, that is not right, I heard some one say,
And at first you too may agree.
For the things that are good should be spread around,
With a part of them coming to me.
And If you work as hard at making this so,
As this "selfish" old deacon I knew.
Then the time will soon come, when the things that are good,
Will all be coming to you.
This "selfish" old deacon was reading the Word,
Acts twenty and verse thirty-five.
Where it says, "It's more blessed to give than receive",
So he tried it, and say, "Man Alive".
The joy that it brought to his humble old heart,
Such blessings you'd never believe.
For no truer words have been spoken to men,
Than "More blessed to give than receive".
--C.D. KEITH--
and I will be adding more C.D. Keith Pages.
So please bookmark it so you can see other poems
by C.D. KEITH.
NextSet
C.D.Keith's Poems 1 2, 3, 4, Coming Soon! 5,
This page hosted by
Get your own
Free Home Page