Category Archives: The Highwayman

The Highwayman’s Story by Amelia

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The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees. The sky was a midnight blue. The stars were scattered among the evening folds like shells on a beach. I rode up the dusty track with clouds of powder streaming up behind me. I saw its windows gleaming with candle light. The old oak door was locked and the shutters were shut as if they were trying to keep out a terrible beast. I cracked my whip on the window and whistled a note but it did not break the still night air.

I wore my burgundy velvet coat and lace like bunches of flowers at my throat and wrists. Soft leather gloves covered my hands. Sturdy boots covered three quarters of my legs. A foreign black hat perched lopsided on my head.

Bess stood at the window, suddenly braiding a scarlet ribbon into her jet black hair. Little did I know that Tim was eavesdropping with an ashen face and a heavy heart. For he loved Bess more than anything else in all the world.

“I’m going for a prize of yellow gold tonight before the morning light. Yet if they press me sharply and harry me through the day I’ll be with you in the moonlight though hell should bar the way,” I announced proudly with my head held up high. On that I rose up on the stirrups so I could hardly touch her hand. I galloped away to the west.

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The Highwayman according to Luke

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The Highwayman according to Freddie

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The Highwayman according to Cerys

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Georgia and Alfie’s Highwayman verse

We took Georgia and Alfie’s verse that we wrote yesterday and put it under the microscope of group writing. Here’s what the class came up with:

 

The Highwayman calmly strolls through the door

While the redcoats are drinking on the upper floor.

The Highwayman’s hoping he won’t be found

He unties Bess

His true love Bess

Two devoted shadows skulk out safe and sound.

Penny and Luca’s Highwayman verse

This morning we imagined a different ending for Alfred Noyes’ poem ‘The Highwayman’ and quickly recorded our ideas on whiteboards:

And off his black horse he stepped

To the old inn door he crept

And who should be waiting here?

But King George’s men

King George’s Men

Drinking the landlord’s beer.

Writing inspired by ‘The Highwayman’ by Grace

My name is Bess and I work for my father at the Three Lambs behind the bar. It only me and my father because my mother died of child birth. Sometimes its a bit lonely without mother because when I was born I remember her sweet hugs even though everyone never remembers being born. I do miss her so.

Anyway, one day I was sitting by the window when I heard someone whistling a tune. So I opened the window to see who it was. I was in the middle of plaiting my hair. It was a highwayman! It was love at first sight. He had silky black hair and a French cocked hat. So he said to me, “One kiss my bonny sweetheart, I’m after a prize tonight, but I shall be back with yellow gold before the morning light, yet if they press me sharply and harry me through the day, then look for me by moonlight, watch for me by moonlight, I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.” Those words were so beautiful. I shall remember them forever.