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.