Robin Hood Poem by Mary Champion

In Sherwood forest, Robin Hood was king,
backed by his band of loyal and merrie men.
They fought the cruel law that cursed the land,
hid from pursuers midst the dense, dark trees.
In Nottingham, the Sheriff vowed to take
this rogue who robbed the rich to feed the poor.

But Robin was a hero to the poor,
sworn enemy of John - unlawful king;
they saw the justice of a man who'd take
from arrogant, uncaring, greedy men.
Emerging from his refuge in the trees,
Robin fought to free a blighted land.

But Norman barons owned the finest land,
seized from the Anglo Saxons, now left poor.
Some common heath, some stunted, scrubby trees
were all they had been granted by the king.
Robin, and his band of merrie men,
pledged to fairly share all they could take.

They heard the Sheriff's guards were due to take
a wagon load of riches ‘cross the land.
Robin planned and plotted with his men
- this would be a great day for the poor.
Fine jewels, well worth a ransom for a king,
would soon be hidden, safe amidst the trees.

The righteous robbers, came out of the trees -
a risky gamble they'd agreed to take -
those stealing the belongings of a king
would be hunted to the death throughout the land.
And though they only stole to feed the poor,
no mercy would be shown to Robin's men

But Robin, that most valiant of men,
vowed they would be secure midst Sherwood's trees.
Their chances of success may have seemed poor,
but risking all, the band attacked to take
the riches plundered from the Saxons' land,
and the peasants would crown Robin as their king.

Free, no longer poor - thanks to Robin's men.
John, no longer King, hung dead amongst the trees.
As English men retook their native land.