The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,                                                      The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,                                                              The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,                                                      And the highwayman came riding—                                                                                          Riding— riding—                                                                                                                                The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

We have begun studying the narrative poem, The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes, and this week have been thinking about the setting of the poem.

Here are some of the pictures we drew to represent the first three lines of the poem:

 

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