Question

make a poem for the Hiwayman

Answer 1

Answer:

I was a highwayman

Along the coach roads I did ride

With sword and pistol by my side

Many a young girl lost her baubles to my trade

Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade

They finally hung me in the spring of twenty-five

But I am still alive

I was a sailor

I was born upon the tide

And with the sea I did abide

I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico

I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow

And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed

But I am living still

I was a dam builder

Across the river deep and wide

Where steel and water did collide

A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado

I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below

They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound

But I am still around

Yes, I'll always be around and around and around and around and around and around

I fly a starship

Across the Universe divide

And when I reach the other side

I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can

Perhaps I may become a highwayman again

Or I may simply be a single drop of rain

But I will remain

And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again and again and again

Hope this helps♡♡♡♡♡

Answer 2

Answer:

                              The Highwayman

THIS SHOULD HELP!