Guernsey Poets

I used to be a dreamer I had faith to keep But now I just can’t sleep The dawn will break And I’m still awake The Sun will rise in my ...

See the wren, resplendent: her clever eye, her sweet essence. Deep, let her sleep be deep; there, let the green hedge be her perfect b...

In the smoke and flattened fields your comrades walked into oblivion; you were left to face a hundred years alone Now you are fêted a...

One of many versions of this traditional chant Remember, remember the fifth of November, Gunpowder treason and plot. We see no reason ...

Old Mag the hag sat with her cat, she in her chair, it on its mat. She muttered intermittently as so befits a retiree but what she mutt...