Homo Podunkensis

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Title:     Homo Podunkensis
Author: Ambrose Bierce [More Titles by Bierce]

As the poor ass that from his paddock strays
Might sound abroad his field-companions' praise,
Recounting volubly their well-bred leer,
Their port impressive and their wealth of ear,
Mistaking for the world's assent the clang
Of echoes mocking his accurst harangue;
So the dull clown, untraveled though at large,
Visits the city on the ocean's marge,
Expands his eyes and marvels to remark
Each coastwise schooner and each alien bark;
Prates of "all nations," wonders as he stares
That native merchants sell imported wares,
Nor comprehends how in his very view
A foreign vessel has a foreign crew;
Yet, faithful to the hamlet of his birth,
Swears it superior to aught on earth,
Sighs for the temples locally renowned--
The village school-house and the village pound--
And chalks upon the palaces of Rome
The peasant sentiments of "Home, Sweet Home!"

[The end]
Ambrose Bierce's poem: Homo Podunkensis

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