<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416918" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When The Frost Is On The Punkin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock<br>And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey cock<br>And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens<br>And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence<br>O, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best<br>With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest<br>As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock<br>When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They's something kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere <br>When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here <br>Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees<br>And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the bees<br>But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze <br>Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days <br>Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock <br>When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn, <br>And the raspin' of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn; <br>The stubble in the furries kindo' lonesome-like, but still <br>A-preachin' sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill; <br>The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed; <br>The hosses in theyr stalls below the clover over-head! <br>O, it sets my hart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock, <br>When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps <br>Is poured around the celler-floor in red and yeller heaps; <br>And your cider-makin' 's over, and your wimmern-folks is through <br>With their mince and apple butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too!<br>I don't know how to tell it but ef sich a thing could be <br>As the Angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me <br>I'd want to 'commodate 'em all the whole-indurin' flock<br>When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416918" data-title="When The Frost Is On The Punkin de James Whitcomb Riley" data-description="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,..."></div> </div> </div>

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