Signs Of Autumn

The Pumpkin Patch

Yesterday while driving through a rural area I spotted this pumpkin patch. It reminded me of James Whitcomb Riley's poem;

"When The Frost Is On The Pumpkin".

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in 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.

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They's something kindo' harty-like abo0ut the atmusfere

When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here-

Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossoms on the trees,

But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through a 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 fodders in shock.

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Hey classmates: Wouldn't Sister Mary LaDonna be proud of me? James Whitcomb Riley wouldn't pass Spelling at SPH though!