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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342818" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Homo Podunkensis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342818" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As the poor ass that from his paddock strays<br>Might sound abroad his field-companions' praise,<br>Recounting volubly their well-bred leer,<br>Their port impressive and their wealth of ear,<br>Mistaking for the world's assent the clang<br>Of echoes mocking his accurst harangue;<br>So the dull clown, untraveled though at large,<br>Visits the city on the ocean's marge,<br>Expands his eyes and marvels to remark<br>Each coastwise schooner and each alien bark;<br>Prates of 'all nations,' wonders as he stares<br>That native merchants sell imported wares,<br>Nor comprehends how in his very view<br>A foreign vessel has a foreign crew;<br>Yet, faithful to the hamlet of his birth,<br>Swears it superior to aught on earth,<br>Sighs for the temples locally renowned<br>The village school-house and the village pound<br>And chalks upon the palaces of Rome<br>The peasant sentiments of 'Home, Sweet Home!'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</a></strong></div>

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