Guernsey Poets

It’s time to put you out to grass my friend It’s a shame this is the way it had to end But it looks as if the muse has dried up - Contri...

All  last  year  I  was  so  good As  little  boys  and  grown  men  should I  tried  so  hard  you  see  because  I  had  written  to  ...

In  fields  above  the  bay  of  Saints  this  moonlit  Christmas  night A  donkey's  old  folk  memories  rekindle  and  take  flight...

My drug of choice is simply cheese Grated in a bag just for ease It’s the ultimate snack it Works so well on a buttered jacket Then a...

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's asleep by thy murmur...