Sunday, 13 January 2008

The Highway man

The soliders came riding,riding,riding,they tide bess right near the window,
untill she moved her finger and and shot her self.
The highway man was looking at the window and screemed why and the soliders shot him.

The ghosts and huger echuder and bess and the highway man went on the hors and fined anathe home.

The wind was a torent at theway back they billed the house it had a bedroom,and and a batroom,even a nice kichen,and bess got the same cloat as the highway
I like his progic of Thehighway man because it,s a good progicit
tit,s a good story.

1 comment:

Mr Lea said...

This is a great piece of writing.
I like the way you have used similar word patterns to those in the orignal poem by Alfred Noyes.
I thought your ending was excellent with Bess and the Highwayman's spirits finding a new home, this was very original.
Thank you for your hard work.
(Please remember to put your name on your posts.)