Escape To England Poem by B. V. Dahlen

I’m known to be and Anglophile
And dream of moors and heather,
Or wish that I could walk the streets
In London’s foggy weather,

And so it come as no surprise
To those who know me best,
That every book by Rosamund
I’ve deemed the very best.

She transports me to villages
Where cottage gardens grow,
And spaniels frolic on the heath
Like children in the snow:

Where folks with such quaint manners
Still live and love and die.
Ms Pilcher writes of characters
With which I can ally.

Her gentle plots, engaging scenes
Still capture me each time.
In Rosamund Pilcher’s books I find
A comfort so sublime.

To me it’s like an easy chair,
Or well worn window seat
Bedecked in cloth of faded chintz
A reader’s fond retreat.

Her books can wrap me in a warm
And soothing state of mind;
The perfect thing for after
holidays to just unwind.

So if you’d like to join me there,
And stroll on a windy moor
You’ll read a book by Rosamund,
And understand her lure.