Highway To Hell.

On a dark and lonely highway
At a crossroads cold and bleak
There stood a figure masked in black
His fortune there to seek

From the distance came the thud of hooves
And crunch of stagecoach wheels
The whiplash cracked across the heath
In moonlight then revealed

A figure stood to broach the road
A flintlock in each hand
The flash of powder in the night
Brought the stagecoach to a stand

"Stand and deliver" came the cry
That bounced around their ears
"Your money or your life" said he
Which re-inforced their fears

Give up your gold and silver
And jewelry if its worn
Thus upon the heath that night
A legend so was born

His deeds soon spread across the land
None safe and all fair game
The most infamous of highwaymen
Dick Turpin was his name

And so he ruled the highways
For many a year to come
Till then one night his luck ran out
And on Tyburn Hill he swung

They left him there his corpse to rot
For all who passed to see
That no one rules the kings Highway
And a lesson for you and me.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2006-05-19 at 09:25

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Pamela A Lamppa
How wonderful a tale has been told here. Utterly delightful. A pleasure to read. ~Pam
2006-05-31


Kathy Lockhart
Graham, I am always eager to read a new poem from you. This one certainly is worth the wait. I love the rhythm and the content! kathy
2006-05-20


Daybreaker
Your poems are always awesome! Your rhytm is great and the themes are everlasting!
2006-05-19