The highwayman by Imani

It was dark and very dusty , the trees are small prickly fingers swaying in the moonlight.It was scary like a lion trying to grab you and eat you. Its very quiet ,all you can hear is the wind whispering to you.The moon was shining like a shooting star. the road was very narrow and it was a ribbon of moonlight .

Through the little path ,the highwayman came riding on his horse .The small branches are skeletons, when the highway man came riding it got darker, and darker like caves.

The Highwayman-Milena

DESCRIPTION

Spooky were the tall,talking trees,dancing in the natural blow of the wind. A round diamond glowed in the garnet-like sky. The grass stopped gossiping as a sugar-like frost cast a spell on them. A rocky road meandered round the iron bars that defended the grass. A pitch black shadow creaked over the purple moor. Mysteriously, a scuttle of movement faded out into the silent night. Slowly, the wind whispered to the trees. Hands reached out and towered over the muddy river of shadowy green. Small, gleaming pebbles jumped about as the tlot tlot tlotting of a Highwayman's black horse came riding up the path.

India the highwayman

Currently,5M have been focusing on a poem called the Highwayman by Alfred Noyes.We have been using descriptive language to write a description from one of the scenes in the poem. This is by India, a child in 5m.
I hope you enjoy it !!!

Stretching towards you, the bony, bare, brown branches are trying to garb you as they jiggle and jive in the grey, gusty wind. Scrape! Scrape! Scrape! The branches scratch against the fence as shavings of black paint spray onto the large plain of grass . Glistening over the purple moor the glowing diamond moon was a bumble bee hive as it stood out in the oily black blotchy sky.With spookiness the trees were a maze of terror.

the highwayman by Oisin

Branches as thin as bony fingers,the trees hide the moon from battling the darkness. A ribbon of fog over laps the road of darkness up to the view point. As still as a brick the tree holds onto the ground stronger than 20 men altogether. The wind whispered to the trees and started to more every thing it could. It was silent as a room with nothing inside.

The Highwayman by kalyani

The Highwayman is a poem for older children and adults . The poem has a lot of showing not
telling ; there is also a lot of descriptive language .

The forest was a maze of horrors and the path was an ocean of dust .

The moon was a button of pearl white glinting in the darkness with witches fingers trying to grab it out of the pitch black sky.

The grass was like rotten candy canes being brushed in the harsh breeze .

The highway man by yasmina

In year 5 we've been focusing on a poem called the high way man by Alfred Noyes  .  We've  been writing  scenes from the poem . I hope you enjoy it .

By  Yasmina
As the haunted hallway stayed silent , the still trees are as tall as a rocket . The moon is a white bunch of cotton wool .Standing still , the gates are as stripy as a tiger ! Quietly , everything is a solid ocean of sadness
.  every where is a ghostly galleon...

when the bright moon was silent , it glowed into the misty moor . the trees are giant snakes lighting across the Halloween scene . Also  , the grass was no where to be seen . This road was a place where if someone came in it would never come out . As the were wolf howled in the moonlight that body of darkness was nowhere to be seen . The night grew darker .The sky was a dark as space .

A lowed noise screamed along this horrifying night there was no one to be  seen and there wasent
a sight . silently the misty moon glowed silently . This place was a maze of terror ...

The Highwayman by Daniel

We have been learning about Highwayman by Alfred Noyes. We have been learning to describe images to set an image in your head.
                                                  Here is my work:

As the trees waltzed in the twinkling moonlight, the moon's oily black tears covered the forest. The wind of silence brushed past quickly. The sky were garnets that jumped and twirled.The road was a ribbon of moonlight;the peace and tranquility was caged like a piece of ivory being smuggled by thieves, only to be let out by day. Then, a dot appeared. It appeared to be the Highwayman, riding on his horse. Tlot! Tlot! Tlot!
His horse trampled on the last surviving rose.
This moor is a nightmare!

The highwayman by ricco

The moon was as bright as a baby's blue eyes, staring at you, peacefully and silently.                            

The moon shone,like a diamond floating in the dark blue sea,making it seem like 1000 diamonds in the sky,shimmering as one.

Everyone gazed at the moon as it moved across the sky like a shooting star as fast as lightning.

And as it kept on going one by one ,people started drifting of to sleep, so everything was peas full and as silent as a mouse. 

Rui's poem highwayman

It was dark as black cats, a dark night  and the shining moon light, the owls hooting above the trees and the peacefulness ghostly trees, moving and swaying, the holy church staring at the grassy old road, the rain splashing  in the distance and cars racing along, the evil rain dropping on the peoples heads poor people putting news papers  over ,there hairs a great speed passed the lights as a strange man stopped like his horse was a car and the mud splashed ,as the rain's roaring and waleing

the highwayman by leah

The forest glowed in the moonlight, a ghostly shadow stood behind the trees .the path up the hill led to the moon(like in the olden days). The trees had barely any leaves and the path was made of dirt. rocks with no dirt next to them nothing behind  the fences, not a single flower nothing. Grass up to your knees. Abandoned shelters in the moonlight no one to take care of them not even an animal. The skeleton trees whispered to each other in the moonlight. All the branches touched each other in the movement of the wind going west.
Through the trees up the paths the highwayman came riding riding up to the old inn door.

while the wind was blowing the grass and the skeleton trees talked to each other, in the distance a mysterious lonely house came riding, riding over the purple moor. Branches started falling, grass disappeared but still the unlucky horse kept going, everything fell around him, it was like he was in his own world. he passed by without a fear....he was gone into the moonlight . the big black branches stood up and whispered along again  The horse had left a gem behind

The highwayman by chelsea

The naked trees stood still like bony fingers
The slick snow was like sugary, ice, plane sheets. Crackling as crispy as bacon.
Hills deep as the river Thames and leads you to nowhere. Despite the crackling ice sheets, it was used as a ice skating ring. As a matter of fact, this path was used when the Highway came riding, riding, riding up to nowhere. It was so still, you could hear the wind.

The Highwayman by Tia

Peeking out from behind the trees, the moon glinted in the darkness, like bony fingers on crusty hands from the under world,the trees swayed in the dark.Dust swept the path of light , creating an ocean of black clouds.In the far distance, the road turned into a ribbon of darkness.As gloomy as a cave, the forest was like a hall of fears

Roaring like a lion, the wind crashed against the trees causing on off the crusty hands to fall over and shredding the rotten candy canes into chippings of emerald.So silent that you can hardly hear it, a nest of birds flew over the purple moor.As it struck midnight, the moon disappeared behind the dark misty clouds,making this bad dream turn into a nightmare.Like a deep down dungeon holding all your fears,the woods started to get more wild , more movements in the darkness scamper away and the trees sway wildly.

The highwayman by Nkayiya

In the woods it was abandoned like a girl left on someone's dirty door step . It was lonely like a grave yard also every single thing was still like a rusty dusty coffin .

The stars were twinkling in the moon light like when the sun reflects its light on the moon .


In the foggy distance the poor miserable highway man came galloping on his muscly horse.Riding,riding,riding.

In the creepy , scary woods the gigantic trees were standing creepy like it was Halloween .

The Highwayman by 5M

We have been looking at the poem The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes.  We looked at the similes and metaphors and created images of our own using the description.  We acted out some of the scenes.  We are currently writing play scripts based on the poem.

Here follows some of our Highwayman work.

More about The Highwayman

Here are some more versions of The Highwayman

 

by Overmonnow Primary School

by St Saviour's CoE Primary

by Lyndhurst Primary School

What do you think that we should do for our final piece at the end of this unit of work?  Feel free to make suggestions in the comments.

The Highwayman

We are learning about the poem The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes.

We have thought about the language used, the feeling and mood of the poem.  Write a letter from Bess to the Highwayman, or from The Highwayman to Bess in the comments.  How do they feel about each other?  What might they say to each other?  What might happen if anyone found their letters?  What are their plans for the future?  What does Bess' father think of their love?

Challenge:  Can you make up your own story poem?

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