When the frost is on the punkin, and the fodder's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gooble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
And the clackin' of the guineas and the cluckin' of the hens,
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he toptoes 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, bare-headed, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin, and the fodder's in the shock.
By James Whitcomb Riley
What a beauty; I just love this little fall poem and nostalgic picture of a child holding a massive pumpkin! Why not include it in your next fall school newsletter? Be sure to give this blog credit so that other teachers may find use the resources here.
