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 its then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best,

With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,

And 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.

An excerpt from the poem,
"When The Frost Is On The Punkin"
(1911)
James Whitcomb Riley
(1849-1916)
American writer, poet and best-selling author
Known as the "Hoosier Poet" and the "Children's Poet"

"The Frost Is On The Pumpkins"
(November 2014)
Photograph by Phil Welsher
Image courtesy/Pixels