Guernsey Poets

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...

In the nooks  and  the  corners  of  La Roque  Lane Images,  memories  ever  remain That  was  where  my  education  was  gained In  the...

Silver blue  skies And  stars    diamond  bright  Bring  nothing  but  coldness And  frost  ghostly  white Just  as  behind  beauty A ...

She  met  him  on  a  Liner On  a  Grecian  Islands  cruise There beneath  soft,  starry  skies And  quite  a  lot of  booze They  fel...

There  is  much  excitement So  much  vibrance  and  delight In  the  heart  of  the  big  City With  the  garish  City Lights And  if ...

There’s no need to flinch when I lift my hand No need to cower each time I stand No need to run when I come near No need to tremble, I s...

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 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...

My  name  is  Mr  Froggy In  this  pond  I  was  born I'm  back  again  to  fertilise Another  batch  of  spawn. To  reproduce ...

There's an icy tang to the East Wind's breath It seems to carry the scent of Death But I shrug it off for that's known to ...

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...

Tim  was  only  6  years  old But he'd  heard  schoolfriends  say That  Father  Christmas  wasn't  real And  didn't  drive  ...

I   miss  my  younger,  fitter  self,  with  aches  and  pains  unknown Maturity's  crept  up  on  me,  my  youth  has  long  since  f...

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 ...

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 ...

I wandered lonely as a cloud In search of golden Daffodils I rambled through the freezing cold Over lonely Dales and Hills: I rambled ...

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...