Sunday,’s poem

[Lyd12]

When The Frost Is On The Punkin - Poem by James Whitcomb RileyWhen the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shockAnd you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey cockAnd the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hensAnd the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fenceO, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his bestWith the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful restAs he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stockWhen the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock They's something kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the treesAnd the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the beesBut the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock. The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn, And the raspin' of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn; The stubble in the furries kindo' lonesome-like, but still A-preachin' sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill; The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed; The hosses in theyr stalls below the clover over-head! O, it sets my hart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock, When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock! Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps Is poured around the celler-floor in red and yeller heaps; And your cider-makin' 's over, and your wimmern-folks is through With their mince and apple butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too!I don't know how to tell it but ef sich a thing could be As the Angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me I'd want to 'commodate 'em all the whole-indurin' flockWhen the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock! James Whitcomb Riley

[Damon1864 Volunteer]

What a lovely poem thank you Iris. Have a lovely day and take care 😊 Bernadette and Jack 🐕 xxxxxx 🌻🌻

[Greenthorn]

Smashing. All those tasty words roll around my cheeks like I'm chomping on apples. What a season!

[sassy59]

Another great poem Iris. Hope you have a good Sunday. Xx❤️🥰

[Izb1]

I have read this before Iris and could read it over and over again, it reminds me of days gone by when life was so simple. Thank you for sharing x

[Morrison10]

Thanks for that lovely seasonal poem. It’s reminded me I’ve got few more windfall apples to pick up and sort. Best regards Jean x

[Sydney08]

That has a Pam Ayres feel about it!

[Tykelady]

That's a new one to me but I can see it so clearly. Thank you. x

[Alberta56]

That's a nice poem- so positive about the richness of life. And I love the language, especially the rooster's hallyooyer. xxxx

[pegbl]

Thank you Iris, I’m a little bit late getting to read it but I really enjoyed the simple way of life it portrays. It’s even made me look forward to the frosty mornings and the memories of days gone bye. Xxx