FAMINE, HIGHWAY MAN

This has nothing to do with the Poetic Streak of which I am suffering off the late. This is pure famine - dry, heavy and dusty famine that my blog is experiencing. I have had to dust off my old diaries - the one's that I used to keep as a teenager and plunder something that I wrote down for fun. This is something that I wrote after reading the "The Highway Man by Alfred Noyes - a very good poem. I used the same theme and the same name, but the result is overwhelming - Ugly. I sincerely hope that no body accuses me of plagiarism - but then you would never have found out the likeness. 

I would never ask you to read it and enjoy. Thats might be asking too much.

The Highway Man

When the darkness veils the town

Distance hooves of mustang is heard

Coming on that like a don

Is the Highway man alone.

With his head held up high,

With his horses mighty sigh,

On his hand the blade is high,

With it’s cusp glittering in moon.

Among the clouds the galleon shine,

Peeping through the cloud casements.

Among the trees the wind whisper,

The Highway man! They whisper.

Amongst the berm, on the dangerous marsh,

Highway man whisks in a flash,

Like the lightning that blazes,

He flies through the high bushes.

Nobody likes the Highway man,

But the bailiff’s sweet daughter,

She waits for her man alone,

With her beauty flowing down.

She waits by her Inn’s door,

To see her man’s candor,

But alas! Not tonight, not tonight,

Is the Highway man coming.

Where can he be gone?

She cries to herself in woe

Next dawn she gets an answer for

To see her Highway Man’s pate

Rolling down the dusty street.

You will find that the similarities between the two poems starts and ends with the word Highway man. Alfred Noyes' work is something of another magnitude. I cannot hold a candle to him. Then again, He is a Poet, I am a humble Sales Engineer, and was a teenager.