Monday, 7 January 2008

the highwayman

The moon was glowing onto the old town pavement,
The wind was thick making a stormy torrando,
The moon was shining, glittering on the cobbled path.
The Highwayman lept onto his evil, crafty, horse,
When riding in a carriage you will here him cry,
STAND AND DELIVER, YOUR MONEY OR YOUR LIFE!

His hat was black old and bucklled you will hear him tiptoe,

ameera and millie

4 comments:

Mr Lea said...

This is a great start to your poem, well done!
Mr Lea.

Us Lot said...

to ameera and millie you did
a good homework from NOWSHIN aishah

Us Lot said...

B KNDDDDDD

Us Lot said...

B KNDDDDDD