Guernsey Poets

A crooked little man with his crooked little wife Lived a little crooked but a happy sort of life Laughing at the troubles that his croo...

We never quite got on My mum and I, For I was always A daddy’s girl, But I miss her most On Mother’s day, She was the grit In our fam...

I'm 66, but still confused exactly who, or what I am sometimes I'm brave, as any lion but often I'm gentle, as a lamb. I li...

Once there were men and buffalo that nourished us, that fed the tribe. The land and all it could bestow was ours. The Elders now descr...

In bowler hat, with shoulders bowed, he plays a ukulele while he blows, with zest, into a silver fife attached to a wire harness nursing ...