Alice,

Thanks so much for posting Little Orphan Annie. It's a very pleasant memory from my childhood. Neither of my parents sang or played an instrument, but they loved classical music and I grew up listening to it, along with them. My father loved poetry and recited it frequently. Poetry and music were warm, bright spots in my childhood in my dysfunctional family, and I love them still. James Whitcomb Riley wrote another autumn poem that I love, but I can only remember the very beginning: "When the frost is on the pumpkin and the fodder's in the shock..." Can you or anyone else help me find the whole poem?

Pauline L.