She sat there patiently, but couldn’t hold her joy;

 So quickly did she speak, not once did she stutter.

Old and soft was his hand, and his personality too; 

As she shook with delight, did this frighten him now.

My name is Anne,

 And it’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance;

And questions do I have, 

About the place which you call Green Gables.

And must you be Matthew, 

You seem ever so lovely

Now a look of confusion there, 

upon Mr. Cuthbert’s face

Though the Cuthbert’s had lunged for a boy, 

There stood a pale girl with red braids

Upon freckles galore and homely form,

 stood instead in the vital boy’s place

As hours had passed, Anne amazed by the scenery;

They took off to the place she would call home

She spoke with such meaning of numerous topics, 

Which left Matthew surprised and lost for words

When arriving upon great farm and land,

A comfortable reside

She stood in the carriage; a bright warm smile,

Green Gables is real and we’re home