Guernsey Poets

If you’re not on board when my ferry sails, and the spiteful wind's moaning its tirade, I’ll wait by the gate till your bright light h...

If thoughts were carried on scented winds and prayers were caught by candle light, If love was found under seaside rocks and dreams fell ...

A golden memory from a flotilla holiday with my wife and two young daughters years ago. "Tree mooning" so named after I described ...