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Welcome to the Poems & Lyrics Challenge #2! Vicky here to host this challenge for you in October! I cannot believe how quickly this year is passing on by! It is Autumn here in the United States, so I have chosen a poem with that theme for our challenge this month.
The poem I have chosen has a special meaning to me…..my pastor at the church I attended in the 80’s and 90’s read this poem every Autumn. It was his welcome to the changing of the seasons. If I had to guess, I think Autumn was his favorite time of the year…and it is my favorite time of the year, too.
I love the beautiful colors of the changing leaves. I love the cooler weather after a long, hot and humid summer. I love watching the leaves swirl and tumble to the ground. I love walking through the woods and hearing the rustling of the leaves as they gather on the path. I love sitting by a crackling fire at our pits in the woods, wrapped and snuggling in a warm sweater. Maybe I’ll try to write a poem about my love of Autumn sometime!
Rules Explained:
Your challenge, should you choose to accept it (and I really hope you do!) is to pick ONE and ONLY ONE…..WORD, PHRASE, or SENTENCE from the poem and scrap it in any fashion you choose! You can add additional journaling if you wish, or incorporate your chosen WORD, PHRASE, or SENTENCE into your journaling. You can change it into word art. You can use it as your title. You can use a photo…or not. You can use a template...or not. The choice is yours! I can’t wait to see what inspiration you gain from this poem! You can use either Version 1 wording or Version 2 wording.
Here is the poem….Version 1 is written in "country slang" and will probably be hard for those of you who don't speak English to translate/interpret. So I have included a Version 2 (my interpretation) for you to use that, hopefully, will translate better for you. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask!
Version 1
When the Frost is on the Punkin
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’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, 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 blossums 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 over-head!—
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 celler-floor in red and yeller heaps;
And your cider-makin’ ’s over, and your wimmern-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!
Version 2
When the Frost is on the Pumpkin
By James Whitcomb Riley
When the frost is on the pumpkin and the fodder is in the shock (shack),
And you hear the coyote and gobble of the strutting turkey-cock (tom turkey),
And the clacking of the guineas, and the clucking of the hens,
And the rooster’s hallelujah as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it’s then the times a fellow is feeling at his best,
With the rising 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 pumpkin and the fodder is in the shock.
There is something kind of hearty-like about the atmosphere
When the heat of summer’s over and the cooling fall is here—
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossoms on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummingbirds and buzzing of the bees;
But the air is so appetizing; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the early autumn days
Is a picture that no painter has the coloring to mock—
When the frost is on the pumpkin and the fodder is in the shock.
The husky, rusty rustle of the tassels of the corn,
And the rasping of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the fields—kind of lonesome-like, but still
Are preaching sermons to us of the barns they grew to fill;
The straw stack in the meadow, and the reaper in the shed;
The horses in their stalls below—the clover overhead!—
O, it sets my heart to clicking like the ticking of a clock,
When the frost is on the pumpkin and the fodder is in the shock!
Then your apples are all gathered, and the ones a fellow keeps
Are poured around the cellar floor in red and yellow heaps;
And your cider-making is over, and your women-folk are through
With their mince and apple butter, and their souse and sausage, too! ...
I don’t know how to tell it—but if such a thing could be
As the Angels wanting boarding, and they’d call around on me—
I’d want to accommodate them—all the whole endearing flock—
When the frost is on the pumpkin and the fodder is in the shock!
And, here is my example page. Credits are in the gallery.
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RULES:
- Pick ONLY ONE…..WORD, PHRASE, or SENTENCE from the poem (Version 1 or 2) and scrap it in any fashion you choose! (See "Rules Explained" above for further explanation)
- Please use 80% Oscraps products that are currently in the store.
- Non-Oscraps products or retired O designer products can be used whether the designer is selling elsewhere or not.
- You need to credit all the products used on your layout.
- Your layout can not be used for more than one challenge.
- Your page must be posted in the Challenge 2 gallery by midnight PST October 31, 2024 and linked back to this thread (see below on how to add your linked layout).
- And do not forget to update the CURRENT MONTH'S TRACKING THREAD to be eligible for your coupon.
Adding a linked layout from the Gallery to a thread:
1. Upload your layout to the gallery first. In your forum post click the Gallery Embed icon (little camera).
2. This will open your gallery, simply click on the layout you require, then scroll down to the bottom of the screen and click the Continue button.
3. Your linked layout is now in your post, the image will appear once you have clicked the Post Reply button.
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Thanks Vicky for the challenge, and especially for the translation.
. You know what they say......Great minds and all that! 
