Guernsey Poets

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

The sun was peeping through the clouds Every now and then. The wind had died, the temperature Was well above the 10 Pottering in the ga...

Wind Time back. Rewind Time. Make the struck towers rise from dust, reconstruct themselves: glass, concrete, girders, walls, a huge...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in August 2012 Footsteps fade on the sand runway Throu...

Today's poem is a "Golden Oldie" and was originally published here in August 2012 God and Spirit angels too please listen ...

So deep, I sink Deep breath, inhale Exhale, relax Letting thoughts be still, No sound inside my head Let outside clamour, Muffled nois...

Footsteps fade on the sand runway Through moon flight control and the tidal phase Feathers shed from wayward courses To new heights on t...

God and Spirit angels too please listen when we pray to you. Bless our children form above bestow on them all your love. Sprinkle an...