If I were an Austen lady, written by hand
By Jane at her table in the light of the window,
I’d dance off the page and out into life.
I’d fall into love with dashing young men
With top hats and canes and ten thousand pounds.
I’d play cricket on lawns, hitching up skirts,
Reciting long poems at great family soirees.
I’d friend request Emma, Elizabeth too
And we’d picnic in pastures, unspoiled by man.
Oh, how I’d love to dance off that page
And live a life simply, away from the screen,
Away from the pressures and newfangled ways.
This is a picture of me and my great friend Sarah when we visited Jane Austen’s house in Alton. It’s just down the road from me and we have visited a couple of times. I always get so goosebumpy knowing that I’m walking in the same places that Jane did. We can never resist dressing up either!