Guernsey Poets

Eyes cast down Earphones in ears, Silent, commuter world With only the rustle of newspapers To accompany the drone Of the engine, Clic...

What sweet bliss bringest coffee And a homemade butter tart! A salve for the hurt ego, A balm for the aching heart! Oh, sweet fragrance...

Off to Brighton On the Southern train A day at the sea side It‘d better not rain Listening to iPod To help the time pass Just under an...

You left us on the 15th of May, When you were suddenly taken away A young family left to cope With only love, faith and hope Found it v...

The garden is almost complete As the time for leaving approaches; Will it be ready Before I go? It hardly seems worthwhile Planting t...