When the Frost is on the Punkin'

Monday, November 23, 2009


This is a Fall favorite poem of mine. I have fond memories of my father reciting this poem at the Thanksgiving dinner table. I thought it would be fun to share here.

WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN
by James Whitcomb Riley

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and the 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 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 somethin 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 monring of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock -
When the frost is on the punkin and 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' sermons 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 overhead! -
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!

Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the celler-floor in red and yeller heaps;
And your cider-makin's over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With their mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too!
I don't know how to tell it - but if sich a thing could be
As the Angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me -
I'd want to 'commodate 'em - all the whole-indurin' flock -
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock!

What are your special Thanksgiving traditions?

Too Many Hats said...

Watching the parade on TV, dinner with extended family, and eating way too much pie.

Alicia said...

That is so neat that your dad recited this every year. Great tradition!!

Our tradition? Too much eating! LOL

Alicia said...

What a great tradition your dad had with your family.

Ours is too much eating and watching DVD's! LOL

Alicia said...

How wonderful that your did that every Thanksgiving.

Our tradition is overeating! LOL

Alicia said...

How wonderful that your did that every Thanksgiving.

Our tradition is overeating! LOL

Alicia said...

How wonderful that your did that every Thanksgiving.

Our tradition is overeating! LOL

Alicia said...

How wonderful that your did that every Thanksgiving.

Our tradition is overeating! LOL

Alicia said...

How wonderful that your did that every Thanksgiving.

Our tradition is overeating! LOL

Alicia said...

How wonderful that your did that every Thanksgiving.

Our tradition is overeating! LOL

Alicia said...

How wonderful that your did that every Thanksgiving.

Our tradition is overeating! LOL

Alicia said...

How wonderful that your did that every Thanksgiving.

Our tradition is overeating! LOL

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