The end of ned kelly

• Miguel Galsim,
• Poetry
• 2007

There was movement at the inn for Ned Kelly drew his gun,
The police train stopped on the tracks-a great fight had just begun.

The outlaw marched out in his armour,
Clad in steel from head to hip.

The police fired their guns at the man,
Then Ned Kelly turned around and ran.

He was shot in the leg and it made a loud crack,
As he slipped in the mud and broke his back.

He was captured and sent to jail,
He couldn’t write or receive any mail,
For he was kept prisoner in his cell.

A noose was slipped around his red and rough neck,
He was going to become a nervous wreck.

As the noose gave a tug he called out for help,
Then as he choked he could only give a yelp.

By Miguel Galsim
Year 6