Here they come streaming out of the station
and down to the sea
where squawky seagulls herald their arrival.
Ignoring stripy deckchairs at wind breaks
they settle for their beach mats and
Barefoot children brave the pebbles
to meet the chill of the sea,
throw stones to skim the waves.
Kites flutter with over optimistic gaze
ice creams melt,
tea in paper cups turns cold
Too soon the fun comes to an end
and nervous crabs in buckets
await their fate.
But all is well,
everything is packed
children sent to discharge their captives.