September 8, 2009

  • When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock...

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    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.

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    (poem by James Whitcomb Riley)