Short poem: The escape

This is continue for head man's hill


He shacked out of the guards grips.

He ran around then waved goodbye,

He ran, he ran and oh he ran some more,

ran from his bill,

on the head man's hill.

Over the mountains and through the lakes,

up the trees, and down the slopes.

He ran to freedom,

He ran away from the execution,

that would have been his bill on The head man's hill.

Amazingly done. This would be a great story written in prose. Maybe you should consider wrapping it in a story. It can become very powerful. I read your first part of the poem and l loved it but this is more than great. Nothing to point out. The review ... hell with it. I`m not reviewing what it`s perfect.

Took a step,



closer to headman's hill,



If he would have had the will,



Surely he would have not had to kill.



The man who was not even bad.



But he did kill the poor lad,



And now he must suffer his bill,



On then head man's hill.

Thaks

I agree with Fellow. It's Perfect... Again.