Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Anne of Green Gables.
This is just a poem type thing that I wrote. It is from Matthew's point of
view.
I tug at my collar. I wish I didn't have to wear my best.
As I near the hollow I slow the sorrel mere to a trot.
"Just 'till we get over the hill girl."
I say out loud.
Sure enough I see those curious eyes peeking out the window.
I just act normal, trying not to draw attention to myself.
I've got to admit, this was an unusual site.
Matthew Cuthbert dressed in his best, driving the sorrel mere,
Over the hollow and up the hill.
And on a day that normally kept me busy.
I know it won't be long,
Before that old busybody realizes that she cannot contain herself any
longer.
She will rush over to Green Gables and pump my dear old sister.
She won't rest until she knows.
"Where is he off to?" I'm sure she is saying.
What a surprise she will get once I return.
And not alone, but with a boy.
Secretly I wouldn't mind another man around.
Even if he is not yet –a man.
Secretly of course.
This is just a poem type thing that I wrote. It is from Matthew's point of
view.
I tug at my collar. I wish I didn't have to wear my best.
As I near the hollow I slow the sorrel mere to a trot.
"Just 'till we get over the hill girl."
I say out loud.
Sure enough I see those curious eyes peeking out the window.
I just act normal, trying not to draw attention to myself.
I've got to admit, this was an unusual site.
Matthew Cuthbert dressed in his best, driving the sorrel mere,
Over the hollow and up the hill.
And on a day that normally kept me busy.
I know it won't be long,
Before that old busybody realizes that she cannot contain herself any
longer.
She will rush over to Green Gables and pump my dear old sister.
She won't rest until she knows.
"Where is he off to?" I'm sure she is saying.
What a surprise she will get once I return.
And not alone, but with a boy.
Secretly I wouldn't mind another man around.
Even if he is not yet –a man.
Secretly of course.