Poetry- The Highwayman

In Year 6 this week we have been working on the narrative poem of The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes. The children have been discussing the story; acting out different scenes; and have experiemented with writing their own verses. Here is a small sample, more will be put on next week- enjoy.

The Highwayman

My horse is black with golden reins
His hooves patter on the old cracked stone
My clothes are tight, my pistol bright and the moon is a lovely sight.

Tim the ostler listens –
Listens - listens
Tim the ostler listens to hear the robber say-
My horse has room for 2
Come join me
And see oceans blue

Daniel

The Highwayman

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard.
He heard a coo of an owl who thought he was barred.
Then there was a tap.
And then the door opened and there stood the landlord’s red-lipped daughter holding a map.

Every winter night you can still hear.
That the highwayman is riding, riding, up to the road he got killed.
Then tlot-tlot then a tap on the old inn door.
There Bess is waiting there.

Rabeeah

The Highwayman

Tim’s eyes staring at me full of tears,
His eyes big as a baby elephant, his mind full of fears.
Trying to find his way out the maze,
Gazing with his craze.
His head low holding back the tears,
Walking slowly clothes dragging behind him
It’s just the way it ends!

By Chloe