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Edgar Guest - Out At Pelletier`sEdgar Guest - Out At Pelletier`s
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OUT at Pelletier`s where the blooded pigeons fly, An` the tony Shetland ponies romp and play, Where the peacock on the fence rail hoots at motors chugging by An` the wolf hounds at the moon (in Russian) bay; Where the poultry sort o` swaggers in its best bluer-ribbon style, An` the hogs wear silver buttons in their ears, It is comfortin` an` soothin` jes` to sit an` rest awhile, For it brushes back at least a dozen years. Out at Pelletier`s—where old Monte Mark is king, An` he knows it an` he shows it to `em all, Whether rompin` in the pasture, or in trappings for the ring, Or whinnyin` to greet you in his stall; An` where Chief, the son of Monte, in a splendid coat of bay Shows the heritage of vigor in his veins; It is soothin` an` consolin` to be restin` for a day, An` forget the city`s dismal grind for gains. It`s a lesson in good breedin`—at the farm o` Pelletier`s, It`s a lesson in refinement an` in care; An` it sets a thinkin` feller sort o` thinkin` o` the years That are waitin` in the future over there. An` while he`s sittin` restin` underneath the walnut tree, He is thinkin` thoughts perhaps he never speaks; What`s he goin` to leave behind him when his spirit is set free? Is it money or perfection that he seeks? Is he strivin` here`for dollars or a better human race, Just as Pelletier is doin` with his stock? Would he rather leave a brighter, clearer, smilin` boyish face Than his name upon a massive building rock? Is he buildin` here for soundness an` for cleanliness of heart? Is he breedin` here for happiness or tears? Oh, it`s good for any feller just to take himself apart An` think the thoughts that come at Pelletier`s.
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