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C.D. KEITH
POETIC MEMOIRS 2
Our Request
Dedicated to one of the sweetest christian I Know
Lois Van Wingerden
We might have spent a day or two,
In searching far and near,
To find a card that would express,
Our love for one so dear.
We could have looked throughout the world,
A perfect gem to give,
That would reflect the beauty,
Of the lovely life you live.
But cards can only speak the words,
The printer brings to mind.
And a gem of such perfection,
No living man can find.
So now we still are at a loss,
To know just what to do.
For there's no way we can express,
The love we have for you.
Some day in Heaven, when we're there,
Here's what I'd like to do.
Request that God's angelic choir,
Would sing a song for you.
We'd want the choir to do it's best,
And sing it loud and clear.
We'd pray their song would bless you there,
As yours has blessed us here.
--C.D.Keith--
A Hint The Wise
Our rule we have at "Valley Steel",
Could be a big mistake;
For when we have a birthday,
We have to bring the cake.
I'm fifty-seven, two days passed,
So I have brought my cake.
Eat all you want at your own risk,
But first my warning take.
I had some sugar on the shelf,
A box of arsenic, too.
My wife began to mix the cake,
As all good wives should do.
And when the job was finished,
The cake looked very nice.
But when you start to eat the cake,
Please think it over twice.
Because I looked upon the shelf,
And there to my surprise,
Sat the unopened box of sugar,
Need I say more? Be wise.
--Pappy Keith--
Happy Birthday, Dear Me!
My Bicycle
When I was just about fourteen,
I'll ne'er forget the day.
I took a job as "Paper Boy",
with very little pay.
Six days a week, come "Rain or Shine",
I had to serve my route.
Thirty-two papers had to go out.
On Saturday my work was done,
I knew that I'd be paid.
The fifty cents which I had earned,
Right in my palm was laid.
I bought myself a good used bike.
No! It was not a gift.
"Two Bits" a week from the fifty cents,
There wasn't too much left.
I gave "Twelve Dollars" for the "Bike",
And paid it out on time.
A dollar down and one each month,
And never missed a dime.
A man once said, when he was young,
He'd trotted by my side,
He knew at least a thousand miles,
A wishing he could ride.
If he had took a paper route,
And could as well as not.
But lazy boys don't like to work,
So they don't ride, they trot.
--C.D.Keith--
Seven Sins
Proverbs 6:16 - 19
There are six things that the Lord doth hate.
But wait, there still is another.
And the one he puts at the top of the list,
Is a real proud look, my brother.
A lying tongue was the second thing,
That Solomon had in his listing.
It seems that we must all agree.
We just don't like word twisting.
Then hands that are guilty of innocent blood,
Which shed it without any reason,
Will cause our temper more quickly to rise,
Than a man who is guilty of treason.
When you start imaging some wicked thing,
You might try to sneak off and do.
Don't ever forget to check the Lord's list,
Or you may have some sad reaping, too.
If you're in a hurry to get to some place,
Where mischief is apt to be done.
The Lord will be watching the things that you do,
And the mischief won't be any fun.
Ant then there's the witness that swears on the stand,
And the thing that he swears is a lie.
Well it may cause another to suffer a lot,
Or it might even cause him to die.
The last on the list is the sower of strife,
Which might cause the brethren to fight.
Well the Lord hates the last as much as the first,
So by that we know it's not right.
Now all of these six the Lord surely hates,
All seven are abominable sin.
But if we confess, the Lord will forget,
And never remember again.
--C.D.Keith--
Our Family
Dedicated to Barbara, Beam and David
We had two daughters and one son,
In our small Fam-i-ly.
We thought three children quite enough
Perhaps you will agree.
And then our son got married,
Which left the count at four.
He married a beautiful hometown girl,
That all of us adore.
Our oldest daughter then grew up,
Romance became alive.
And then when she got married,
It changed the count to five.
The love bug bit our youngest then,
Her heart was a fix.
And when they took the marriage vow,
The count then stood at six.
We love our Barbara very much,
Our Beam and David, too.
Our family started very small.
And grew, and grew, and grew.
Grandchildren cam to join the clan,
And filled our hearts with joy.
But up to now, they all are girls,
Please! Someone, have a boy.
--C.D.Keith--
Scrambled Nursery Rhymes
(Apologies to Mother Goose)
Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet,
Eating her Christmas Pie.
A black widow spider came and sat down besid-er,
And said, "You're a nice girl, am I?"
Little Jack Horner sat in a corner,
Eating some curds and whey.
He took a big plum, and thumped with his thumb,
And frightened the spider away.
Jack and Jill went to the spring,
About two miles and a quarter.
They didn't get back 'til way after dark,
I don't guess they went after water.
Rub by dub dub, three boys in a tub,
I guess they played "hookey" from school.
On the very next day, while the other kids play,
They got their heads cracked with a rule.
Jack was nimble, and very quick,
Jack jumped over the candlestick.
His pants caught fire, and Jack can't sit,
He didn't know the candle was lit.
--C.D.Keith--
Difference
I see lots of changes as the years go by,
And some, I guess, for the better.
But most of the changes seem a little "All Wet",
If you ask me, even, all "Wetter".
We used to eat breakfast about six o'clock,
At twelve o'clock, we ate out dinner.
Then suppertime came at the end of the day,
Do you think that it kept us some thinner?
Not many people eat breakfast, today,
At dinner we now eat our lunch.
And dinner is served at our old suppertime,
And some people even have "Brunch".
It comes in the morning, 'twixt breakfast and lunch,
And they say it's sufficient for two.
What bothers me most, as I think of the change,
Is to bid my old supper, adieu.
Fried chicken and gravy made a good morning meal,
Today we only eat them at night.
We fill up our stomachs, and go right to bed,
And the nightmares gives us a fright.
At dinner we once had a good solid meal,
For dessert, a big piece of pie.
Now at lunch we're contented with a piece of cold cut,
Or a sandwich, all swiveled and dry.
Some changes are good, some changes are bad,
Some changes just won't do at all.
When they changed my "Egg Custard" for a bowl of jello,
I started to "blubber and Bawl".
--C.D.Keith--
Psalms Twenty-Three
The Lord is my shepherd, I'll have all I need,
And all that I want, if I do not show greed.
He lets me lie down in pastures so green,
And drink from still waters, so fresh and so clean.
He restoreth my soul without any wrath,
For the sake of His name, He chooseth my path.
The pathway is righteous, and ever so straight,
I'm sure it will lead to the Pearly White Gate.
In the valley of death, I know You'll be near,
Tho evil surrounds me, I'll not have a fear.
Thy rod and Thy staff will guide me along,
To comfort my heart, and give me a song.
In the presence of satan, a table is spread,
And I feast from it's bounty without any dread.
My head is anointed with oil of the rose,
With the joy of salvation, my cup overflows.
To the end of this life, that's ever so dear,
His goodness and mercy will follow me there.
From the door of a cabin, to a mansion so grand,
There to dwell with the Lord in a beautiful land.
--King David and C.D.Keith--
Grandchildren
Dedicated to our Grandchildren
One of the joys that comes with old age,
And blesses a man and his wife,
Is the blessed event, when a daughter or son,
Receives a new "Bundle of Life".
The children of children are the crown of old men,
Saith Proverbs, Seventeen: Six.
And I'm sure this applies to a woman as well.
If it doesn't, she's sure in a fix.
Out little grandchildren are as sweet as can be.
And we love them with all our heart.
When they come for a visit, we spoil them, I know.
And we sure hate to see them depart.
When one of them climbs with a smile to my knee,
Saying, "Pappy", I really love you,
It fills my old heart with pleasure so great,
That I simply don't know what to do.
You can have all your mansions, your silver and gold,
All the pleasure of traveling, too.
But if I am loved by a little grandchild,
I'm a hundred times richer than you.
--C.D.Keith--
Football
I think that football is a game,
That's played by grown-up men,
One will up and kick the ball,
As far off as he can.
And then one bunch will chase that ball,
Until they run it down,
And mostly they will all wind up,
A laying on the ground.
And then a police whistle blows,
But you can't see no cops,
Now then both bunches form a row,
They all look mad as hops.
About that time one starts to yell,
He does for quite a while,
And then they all start butting heads,
And pile up in a pile.
But no! One man has grabbed that ball,
Some how he gets away,
I guess excepting for a fence,
He just might run all day.
And then the people all stand up,
And holler loud and strong,
About that time some pretty girls,
Begin to sing s song.
Now this don't make no sense to me,
I guess it does to some,
But they all wind up in a pile,
Right where they started from.
--C.D.Keith--
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