Poem of the Week

We have been enjoying breezy nights with the full moon silhouetted against fantastic clouds.  It always makes me think of this poem, one of the first I ever memorized!

The Highwayman

by Alfred Noyes

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.   

The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.   

The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,   

And the highwayman came riding—

         Riding—riding—

The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door. 

 

HT (and the rest of the poem at): Poetry Foundation

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