The frost was on the punkin this morning, and this time of year always brings this poem to mind; a favorite from grade school days. Then, off to The Center for Children's Art today. We glazed our clay projects, readying them for the kiln, and then did a session of handmade paper. Next week I want them to make a little handmade book.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
"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."
James Whitcomb Riley