The moon is out the sky is dark the clouds are grey,
The Highway men was riding one at a time on there dark scary hores.
They rided through the dark scary forest,he saw a rich man riding in a carage.
He had a black triangle french hat,
He had black boots up to his thise.
His coat was dark golden red with glittering.
By Ameerah,Lois
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This is a great start to your poem,as you continue take time to read again what you have created, making sure your ideas are clearly expressed to the reader.
thank u mr lea i reallyliked your comment
from lois
I like this poem because it tells me all about the Highwayman
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