Guernsey Poets

Have you noticed ever, how unbelievably clever the beautiful kestrels are? with its amazing sight in almost black night even without ...

Spring has sprung, now ain't that something Buds are bursting, Hares are jumping Swallows flying, cuckoos calling And the caterpill...

Of God. The Son. Or the Holy Ghost. I've wondered in which I would trust the most… The God. The designer. The Creator of all If he ...

We watched a small boat on the lake: oars dipped and rose, oars dipped and rose, and strollers, happy, I suppose, went by, each blind t...

Will the lure of indoor retail Kill the daily outdoor family stroll? Will our brief encounter with nature Have taken its toll? Too soo...