Guernsey Poets

Along the entry he would come caterwauling, striking bin-lids with his stick, through the backyard knocking over milk bottles. Up th...

There's an icy tang to the East Wind's breath It seems to carry the scent of Death But I shrug it off for that's known to ...

There’s another rise in temperature More damage to the ozone layer Through ignorance and neglect Now we have the greenhouse effect In ...

This winter air is keen and cold, And keen and cold this winter sun, But round my chair the children run Like little things of dancing ...

Loneliness isn’t being alone Or separate from the throng It’s being in a crowded room Thinking it’s all gone wrong Going unheard unno...