When the frost is on the punkin
and the fodder’s in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and 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’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, bareheaded,
and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.
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I’ll see you tomorrow.
— Brenda
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Poem by James Whitcomb Riley, published in 1911.
Banner image: harvesting corn in Illinois, 1917.
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