The lifeguards gone,

The people as well have vanished,

They left the poor little boat,

On the beach by itself,

Is it because it is being punished…?

A winter storm will wash it away,

Maybe to return again another day,

I don’t much care what you say,

But it’s a dirty trick to leave it & run away…

High & dry on the upper beach,

Thoughtfully from the sea out of reach,

But will it stay where it was left,

The ocean strong, not even will keep it there,

Is its size & heft,

But don’t for it be bereft,

Think of it as it's running away, stage left...