To Jane

This is a poem to the author Jane Austen,
who has engraved her work into my heart.
Beginning on the 16th of December,
her influence lasts long after her death.
The moment I picked Pride and Prejudice,
I didn't understand a word.
The second time I tried,
she captured me in a whirlwind of awe.
The vivacity and strength of her heroines
creates an image I've come to love.
A mild feminist in her own right,
she continues to be my favorite author
and to meet her would have been a dream come true.
From Emma to Perrsuasion,
she is an aritist of words.
She has shown us how to see our own faults,
instead of only pointing out others.
So, this is to you, my mentor, my inspiration,
A voice that lasts the ages.

Author's Note

An english assignment that was never taken up. Kinda wrote it at the last minute, so I know it isn't very good. But i'm posting it anyway.