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What poem has the line The frost is on the pumpkin and the corn is turning brown?
Septemberby : Helen Hunt JacksonI wonder if the asker is confusing parts of two great poems. Take a look at this one.James Whitcomb Riley. 1853-191610. "When the Frost is on the Punkin"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 the time a feller is a-feelin' at his best,5With 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 atmusfereWhen the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here-10Of 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 hazeOf a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn daysIs a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock-15When 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 stillA-preachin' sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;20The 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 keeps25Is poured around the cellar-floor in red and yaller heaps;And your cider-makin's over, and your wimmern-folks is throughWith 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 beAs the angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me-30I'd want to 'commodate 'em-all the whole-indurin' flock-When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
What does frost on the pumpkin mean?
It means that the weather is cold enough for frost to form on the ground. It is the title of a famous poem 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' 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 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.
