Guernsey Poets

As the seared and shriven flora Grows to new exciting days Warmer waves give birth to budding Celandines in golden haze Then wild and...

Those hot, hazy days seem so distant now bright blue skies, even the winds were warm, and the sun slept little from its scarlet set to an...

I sat on the sand on the edge of our land And listened to seagulls a-singing The hands of the church clock reached some unknown time An...

I traverse the cyberseas Where words surge, eddy, and flow Daydreams fill skies above me Nightmares lurk in depths below I crest waves ...

Retirement, oh how absurd I’m far too young, it's just a word Although it's just another year The dreaded date's arrived I fe...