Guernsey Poets

I was weeding in the garden, on a sunny April day When my fork hit something metal, hiding in the clay In the garden nothing stays if it w...

I was in the park with my nephew Vincent he's my Godson too, he's nearly four he's growing up well, sensible, grounded health...

I thought I saw Aliens - or so it seemed Their blood red eyes Shooting rays out in beams. Their long dangling fingers Hanging so long A...

We heard a noise, it was an eerie sound We were too frightened to turn around But we knew we had to look A split second was all it took ...