Guernsey Poets

Bury me standing up on my feet As I have spent a lifetime upon my knees Praying to gods I may never meet Yet doing my best to abide and p...

The spring tide is not turning It’s still on the rise It’s never been so high There’s another bridge burning It no longer sighs The fla...

I sit and admire the sweep of the bay from the doomed old zero-star café a mug of hot tea and a slice of cake it's safe to eat ...

From Bordeaux sea-wall children leap into, what must be, chilly sea. At high tide here, water is deep, far, far too cold for you and me ...

Jules forgot to feed the tiger, which was very careless of him. He worked at the Circus Zeiger with his trustworthy colleague, Jim. Ther...