Poem circa 1970
THE BLACK RIDER
(or Dick Turpin wore a mask…)
The Black Rider rides,
The Moonlight invites him to be bright!
The Black Rider hides
The Pine valued for its wood invites him to climb!
The Coach rumbles by, as always on time
The Plan you will note – is to jump at the throat
Of the Coachman
The opportunity right he jumps through the night…
But alas what despair the coach isn’t there!
Bad timing causing injury and fright…