My dearest Louis
Writing paper is as dear as ever.
Old school books will have to serve for now,
Pages running out as I write to thee.
Since thou left'st
Everything's been much as should be.
Sweet pea's in its blooms again
By parlour's window, blue and white
In a forest of green leaves luxuriantly bright.
Little Anne grew a full inch I swear, plump and red-faced happy.
Learnt a new word today, the word 'puppy'.
Mrs. Humphery as ever, busy as a honey bee.
Strawberries in her garden twice as juicy, a stick your finger delicacy.
Old Tom serves a new brew, thick and rich, a little too strong for me.
Jimmy Noisy Cooper sings the same ballad.
Twilight the usual shy purple, Bordeaux's red trimming the sleeves.
Avonlea is much the same sweet old Avonlea
Trimmed and neat, not a button amiss.
It missed thou presence though, especially at the approaching night.
Pray do reply
Your faithful Ann, as always, looking forward to thee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem