…of a full-length posting this weekend. I hope everyone is enjoying the turning of the season – nice autumn leaves here, but the rain and wind are a little oppressive.
“When the Frost is on the Punkin”
WHEN the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock,
And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,
And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it’s then the time a feller is a-feelin’ at his best,
With the risin’ sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.
- James Whitcomb Riley
October 27, 2009 at 12:41 am |
It has been a long, long time since I last heard that poem!
October 31, 2009 at 8:50 pm |
My family actually had an original first edition of Riley’s poems. . .don’t know what happened to it.
October 31, 2009 at 8:51 pm |
Dr. D: Indeed. Yet only a generation ago it was familiar to almost all Americans.
November 2, 2009 at 6:36 am |
My mother read “Little Orphant Annie” to me.