Ian Standring

© Ian Standring 2005

The Italian Garden

There is something about nature

When tamed by human mind

Hedges are cut to precise shape

And flowers arranged in line

Beds of flowers in symmetrical rows

Grass rolled and cut upon the land

Paths leading to their door

Marble statues cut by Italian hand

Birds that chirp within the trees

Flowers that pollinate from bees

Small insects crawl across the lawn

Worms caught in the due at dawn

Long plains of grass a sea of green

Hiding structures that once had been

A river gargles through the rocks

The sun tells the time by a shadow clock

We try to tame nature and all its might

But symmetrical or natural it’s a beautiful sight

Clouds cast shadows across the lawn

The Italian garden waits for another dawn

Wat is Hell for U?

Wat is Hell for U?

Is it waiting for the bus?

Standing in the rain?

Being told "I told you so" time and time again?

Going to see a friend; and they're never in?

Or a place u go when you die, for committing a sin?

Wat is Hell for U?

Forgetting to back the horses, and then your horse comes in?

Or throwing the winning lotto accidently in the bin?

Is it trying to light a cigarette on a windy day?

Or tying your laces and your hat gets blown away?

Wat is Hell for U?

Could it be trying to remember a story that's been told?

Or enjoying your summer holidays and then catching a cold?

'Could be counting up your money; then your bills come in!

Or simple things like forgetting to put ou yer weelie bin.

Wat is Hell for U?

Trying to start the motor on a winters day?

Having a conversation and not knowing what to say?

Getting out of your bed too early in the morning?

Or those situations in your life that catch you without warning?

Wat is Hell for U?

Is it aw' these things an' maire?

Is it just old age?

'Beginnin' to lose yer hair?

Whatever it is or wherever you go

Hell is just the same!

Fur aw' oor mistakes an' misfortunes

We need someone else to blame!

And that's hell for me!