When the Snail is on the Punkin

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© Maureen Jochetz
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UploadedOctober 30, 2008
TakenNovember 2, 2006
MakeNikon Corporation
ModelNIKON D70s
Exposure1/125 sec at f/8
FlashFlash, Auto-Mode, Return light detected
Focal Length300 mm
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Apologies to 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' turkey-****,
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 time 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 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 blossoms 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.

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' sermuns 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 cellar-floor in red and yaller heaps;
And your cider-makin's over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With theyr mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and sausage too!...
I don't know how to tell it—but ef such 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.

8 responses

  • Patricia Shanahan

    Patricia Shanahan gave props (29 Oct 2008):

    Cool shot !

  • Lynn H

    Lynn H (Deleted) gave props (29 Oct 2008):

    This is WAY COOL!

  • Anne Worner

    Anne Worner (Deleted) gave props (30 Oct 2008):

    Great macro.

  • Bob H

    Bob H gave props (31 Oct 2008):

    Excellent shot!!!

  • Tannaz santos

    Tannaz santos said (6 Nov 2008):

    Nice color!

  • Cindy

    Cindy gave props (9 Nov 2008):

    love this!!!!

  • triciamary

    triciamary gave props (11 Nov 2008):

    Excellent! Great shot and poem!

  • Emily L

    Emily L gave props (24 Nov 2008):

    very nice

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