Guernsey Poets

It's not about the broken panes that collapsed within the twisting lanes It's not the beaches dulling sands or fast receding greene...

That first Christmas, . . . God, she looked gorgeous fleece-lined boots right up to her thighs snuggly coat, so warm, but so short pouty ...

I gather from your letters that you're doing fine out there The grandeur of that great, wild land is way beyond compare The Northern L...

Image: (http://www.librarising.com) I can't explain the sorrow I'm feeling And I shed a tear for what it is worth For the loss...

If I gave you a box All tied up with string, Decorated with pretty paper A beautiful thing, Think how disappointed you’d be, When you l...