This is my favorite fall/autumn poem, that I learned when teaching my young children to appreciate poetry. 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 gobble of the struttin' turkeycock, And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens, And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence; O, its' then's the times a feller is a-fellin' 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 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'
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