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
#FOWC
perspective poetry 
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