In the dark,
dark night,
The stars
were shining brightly.
He came
riding here.
The
beautiful path!
The Highway
man came trotting
To visit his
girl.
He has come
to kill,
The Highway
Man is in there,
He is in the
inn.
What is he plotting?
BOOM the
house is gone, it’s dead.
The BANG of
his guns.
The bag on
his back,
Full of gold
and silver coins.
Running from the inn.
Archie Goundrey-Smith
(Great work Archie - characters, scene-setting and storytelling... and all in a haiku! How many other figures from history could you write haiku about? Or what about a Sibford Haiku?... That could be interesting...)
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