Sherwood and Nottingham

Little John

A man larger than life,

The muscle of the group

Long haired, scruffy.

Your weapon of choice

A tall dense wooden staff

But, you weren't always like that

You weren't always an outlaw

You had a wife,

A son

A family

You became an outlaw,

Dead to the world

To your wife,

Your son

A son who would grow up

Not knowing he had a father

You never dared to go back

For fear

Of harm towards your family

You remained in the forest

So your family could have a better life

Every day became a good day to die