The book The Old Swimmin Hole And Leven More Poems was written by author Riley, James Whitcomb, 1849-1916 Here you can read free online of The Old Swimmin Hole And Leven More Poems book, rate and share your impressions in comments. If you don't know what to write, just answer the question: Why is The Old Swimmin Hole And Leven More Poems a good or bad book?
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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. 3 P 3- a o a WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN, 17 The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the com. And the raspin of the tangled leaves, as golden as the mom; The stubble in the furries — ^kindo' lon...esome-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 bosses in thejrr 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 getherd, 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 wimmem-folks is through With their mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too; — I don't know how to tell it — ^but ef 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 !
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