Guernsey Poets

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...

See the wren, resplendent: her clever eye, her sweet essence. Deep, let her sleep be deep; there, let the green hedge be her perfect b...

Calling, the heron flies athwart the blue That sleeps above it; reach on rocky reach Of water sings by sycamore and beech, In whose w...

The cry of the cicada Gives us no sign That presently it will die. Matsuo Basho Image : Pixabay - englishcityceo Translati...

I walked the rugged cliff paths from the high land to the sea With only Mother Nature as my welcomed company Beneath my feet the fallen l...

Visible, invisible, A fluctuating charm, An amber-colored amethyst Inhabits it; your arm Approaches, and It opens and It closes; Yo...

Who includes diversity, and is Nature, Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness and sexuality of the earth, and the great cha...

Bumble on  the  Bramble blossom. Busy, buzzing, bumbling  Bee Blackbird  fluting from  the  branches Leads  the pastoral  symphony. Bre...

The  Custard  fields  are  now  in  bloom It  must  be  harvested  as  soon As  we  can  get  the  wet  crop  sold And  turn  the  yell...

The beaches here never grow old. Just as the rocks raise their bulky bodies from the deep, they are covered by the next wave. The i...

With catapult, once school was finished, I went to hunt in woodland, high above Belfast, in summer light and heard, among leafed branche...

I caught a falling dying leaf And in that moment felt its grief The dancing spirits waited by The breeze it hushed its lullaby I whispe...

I'm wondering if all the stars Are red and ruddy just like Mars If all shine with a twinkling light Or some are incandescent whit...

Hey there, Daddio  clinging to the window   craning in to see   where to leave your progeny  I admire the symmetry   of your elegant ...

Through  soft  September's  early  morning  mists I  sally  forth  in  sturdy  thorn-proof  clothes To  face  the  prickly  blackthor...

Is there anything lovelier under the sun Than the wonderful sight of a BumbleBee's Bum ? Though they can be white or yellow or red ...

In bobble hat and rubber shoes, she looked a most unlikely muse but, seeing her, I scrawled a sonnet (I had my surfboard. I wrote on it....

There's a big old tree in the corner Of the field just along the way It's the only tree around here So it's special....well ...

In a green lane in St Peter’s near midnight, under a full moon, a pale owl flew across my path, silently, then low over dark fields to...

Blue bells nod their sleepy heads In old sun-speckled woods To spring time music of the birds In glades where once she stood. Her laug...