Last day of the holidays

by Jem Croucher


Spent the last day of my holiday
at the beach hut by the sea
It was grey down there and windy
but that didn’t bother me
The sun came out from time to time
and there was warmth still in the air
as I sat and watched the kites
on the water surfing there

I scraped out all the rotting wood
from the left-hand beach hut door
and had just sufficient filler
to prevent me buying more
Painting it will have to wait
until another sunny day
But it’s still looking pretty good
and cheerful I would say

And yes I know I’ve written many words
about my beach hut over time
But it remains an inspiration
for my poetry and rhyme
Because it’s great to have a place to come
and simply watch the sea
finding words to match the nuances
that change here constantly

So I will do my very best
although a handyman I’m not
to keep it looking spick and span
and free from damp and rot
Because it’s wonderful to have a place
to simply sit and write
with the wonder of the ocean
down there constantly in sight


Photo – Jempics

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