The rusty old shack
On the edge of the beach
Wasn’t much to behold
It was once green
Vibrant on the shores edge
Now it was brown
Corroded by salt
And spray
And blustery winds from afar
The wooden door
Stripped of its paint and the sign
Which once adorned it
Inside the padlocked hut
Sat ropes and floats
And heroes of old
Retired and beaten
Looking out at the seas
Where they were once Kings
