Guernsey Poets

There’s the man they said was dead He’s travelled so many miles Glory shines above his head His eyes sparkle as he smiles He can see who...

He could have been a hero If he'd gone inside To confront the shooter But he'd have probably died Check his job description Do...

They came from far and wide to see the dream that died the empty banking shells above the Havelet swells the tourist, eyes aghast sense...

They walk away together. And he takes her hand, small and beautiful Into his own large and rough one. His fingers are sturdy, hers like d...

How glorious to be with you To spend the passing years this way For the life that you've shared with me I’m feeling thankful every da...