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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426227" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Unriled Joy after James Whitcomb RILEY When the Frost is on the Punkin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unriled Joy</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the current links computer screen to internet online, <br>when the 'Royal Crown' is fairly set upon fair features fine, <br>Then her sweetness sempiternal needs no coffee to invent<br>pure parody from paradise, no syllables misspent.<br>Far from ice and snow know Florida is haven of the Gods -<br>It even switched Obama which upset some Harris clods, <br>and all praise her peerless poems their true laurel leaves assign<br>When the current links computer screen to internet online.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">4 January 2009 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">after When the Frost is on the Punkin James Whitcomb RILEY 1849_1916<br>and My Life of Riley Joy BURKI-WATSON 1950_20xx</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When the Frost is on the Punkin<br> <br>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, bare-headed, 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 overhead! — <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 getherd, and the ones a feller keeps <br>Is poured around the cellar-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 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>James Whitcomb RILEY 1849_1916 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">RILEY James Whitcomb 1849_1916 rile1_0004 PXX_NXX When the Frost is on the Punkin_When the Frost is on the Punkin<br> <br>My Life of Riley</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the beads form on my forehead, ‘fore the sun displays its face, <br>I am adding cubes to coffee as I dream of breathing space.<br>‘Cause I know I’m in the tropics and it’s time to plan my day, <br>‘Fore the sun gets any hotter, with its radiant display.<br>There is somethin’ quite instinctive ‘bout the way I just accept<br>How my mind slips quick to thinkin’ ’bout that place that’s cool and wet.<br>It’s a Southern sort-of posture that is met with Southern grace, <br>When the beads form on my forehead, ‘fore the sun displays its face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There’s a beach that’s surely waitin’ with white sand and standin’ seas, <br>Where the wind is surely playin’ in the arms of swayin’ trees.<br>So I’m packin’ up my cooler, with six-packs of Royal Crown<br>Stackin’ up the bread with fixins’, then I’m icin’ them all down.<br>Grab my beach bag from the table, where it parks right handily<br>Grab a towel, and grab some lotion - don’t forget the MP 3.<br>I can leave behind my troubles - send my frown to outer space, <br>When the beads form on my forehead, ‘fore the sun displays its face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is somethin’ kinda steamy ‘bout the weather we have here, <br>Not exactly like a sauna - ‘cause it’s saltier than there.<br>All the orange trees seem to love it as do lemons and key limes, <br>And the many bloomin’ flowers - Spanish moss and clingin’ vines.<br>At the beach the coolin’ breezes tease my senses all day long, <br>While I sit ‘neath my umbrella with my too-cool Raybans on.<br>I can dream that I am sailin’, leave behind that old home place, <br>When the beads form on my forehead, ‘fore the sun displays its face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There’s no point in belly achin’ ‘bout the rain that’s overdue<br>I just wipe my brow and ponder all that Northern folks go through.<br>They’re shovelin’ snow and scrapin’ ice - and a’missin’ all this bliss<br>Where warmin’ winds kiss cooler seas, there is naught to find amiss.<br>I can think of nothin’ finer than the joy of surf and sand, <br>All my senses stand elated - sated by this promised land.<br>Florida the land of sunshine - holds me in its warm embrace, <br>When the beads form on my forehead, ‘fore the sun displays its face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">http: //allpoetry.com/poem/4891765</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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when the 'Royal Crown' is fairly set upon fair features fine, 
Then her sweetness sempiternal needs no coffee to invent
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