Snooks

poetry and short stories 1 Minute

Open Link #296 – LIVE Edition

#highwaymen

written for an exhibition local to me about the area in which i live. James “robber” Snooks was the last highway man hung in England and this poem is about the locals’ tale behind his last few hours. it is displayed at the art hub run by Annafunkyart.co.uk.

Snooks by name snooks by nature,

IT was the spring of 1802,

When the last,

 highway man swung,

Like Strange fruit from

 The mighty horse chestnut.

Of Boxmoor

Singing the fun cannot start

The fun cannot start

Till I arrive

Till I arrive

As he drank

the swan pub dry

Robber snooks

Robber snooks

What did he steal?

Postal bags

Postal bags

Now just a marker

Just a white marker

The mighty horse chestnut

of stand and deliver.

Just a legend,

Just a legend !

7/6/2021

Added to Fandango word of the day “robbery” on 26/06/2022

https://fivedotoh.com/2022/06/26/fowc-with-fandango-robbery/

#FOWC

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19 thoughts on “Snooks”

  4. This is gorgeously rendered, Rog! 😀 Thank you so much for joining in the LIVE session 💝💝 it was wonderful having you with us.

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  8. I shred this with My Beloved Sandra, I read her your intro remarks first, then stopped. She said, “oh, I gotta hear that!”, which was exactly my reaction when I read (3 times) this really cool work, R. Thanks.

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