Guernsey
Generally thought by the British as Jersey,
Unusually gifted with gardens of flowers,
Encircled by beaches and lazy blue water,
Respite from the heat of the work-weary hours.
Naïve in the trusting of boxes on hedges,
So secret the banks in their great wealth procuring,
Encased in a time warp and tossed in the sea,
Yet proud and enchanting and strangely alluring.
