Beach Huts

Dressed in our best

we gaze out to sea

sun up and sun down

waiting patiently

for the people to come

with their rugs and chairs

and their picnic baskets

of wonderful fayre.

We throw open our doors

greet them with glee

observing their fun

on the sand, in the sea

We breathe in the salt-air

absorb all their noise

store all their pleasure

in here, with their toys

Then they shut us for Winter

in the cold, wind and rain

and we wait here,

just gazing

’til they come back again.