This poem Mama found in a nature poem book that I found at the library. It goes along with this time a year. The way it makes you read it, sounds like how the people in our area talk!
by: James Whitcomb Riley (1849-1916)
- 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's the times 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.
- 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 trees,
- And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the bees;
- But 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!
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The chicken butchering went well yesterday. It took us all day just to butcher 65 chickens. But we only had 5-6 people doing it. I was the gutter, the gizzard cleaner, and the packager.
Well I need to go now...David is frying bacon and I need to make some biscuits to go with it.
Talk to ya's later!
3 comments:
That's one of my favorite poems.
Oh you've read it before? I never had heard of it until last night when Mama found it in the book. I think it will always be one of my favorites too!
That poem really IS neat! I had never read it before...
I love all of the seasons for different reasons and still can't decide which is my favorite. :) Frost on pumpkins is definitely a very homey and delightful thought. :)
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