Thanks for the film recommendation, "Kind Hearts and Coronets". I need to rent a film. I'll look for it. I like Alec Guinness very much.
Here's a poem for autumn:
When the Frost is on the Punkin
When the frost is on the punkin and the foddler's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
And the clackin' of the gujineys, 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, bare-headed, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the foddler's in the shock.
They's something kindo' hearty-like about the atmosphere,
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 appetisin'; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a picture that no painter has the colorin' to mock-
When the frost is on the punkin and the foddler's in the shock.
The husky, rusty rustle 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'sermons to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the meddler, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in their stalls below-the clover overhead!-
O, it sets my heart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the foddler's in the shock!
By -JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY
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