The Bookish Kind: Poor Man's Jane Austen

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Poor Man's Jane Austen

My guide book, otherwise known as a newspaper article

Virtually walking the streets of Winchester, England

The Grey Friar Pub - a quick pint before turning the page to Chawton House

Wrinkled page of Winchester Cathedral, (where dear Jane is buried)

I look on as two people walk where Jane's feet, and not mine, have trod; Jane Austen's house - Chawton

Photo Credits, Gary A Warner (sorry, Gary!)

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Joy

I will never tire of the wind,
be it a cold winter blast
that takes me off guard
with it's bitterness,
or an exhilarating spring or
fall tempest that sweeps me away.
I get caught up in it every time,
...it's as if the wind is calling
my name to come out and play.
The trees become my cohorts,
...those gentle giants that sway
back and forth with delight,
as they gracefully bend to and
fro - they get caught up every time,
too, and are surely clapping their
hands in mirth.
In these moments, I am a
beautiful bird who was made for nothing more than ascending
to the heights where the currents await me. Joy.

For the beauty of the earth