I decided I would have a try
At doing Waste to Art.
Recycling old to make objects new
Sounds easy – but where to start?
I went down to the library
To see the latest ones on show.
What do they use ? How can they make stuff?
To see them may help me to know.
Well! There’s nothing they won’t use.
(Though I viewed some with distaste)
But though my art is fairly limited
We have an awful lot of waste.
Rex says it will come in handy
I mustn’t throw it away.
It will end up “just the thing we need”
Upon some far-off day.
Car parts, wheels, gates and iron,
Posts of wood, cement and iron,
Materials to “build that shed one day”
Can’t remember them all, though I’m tryin’.
I know! I’ll build a sculpture!
In the garden to be seen
By those who come to visit us-
(I began to get quite keen.)
I searched, and found just what I need.
I put them in a pile.
While I thought about how to make
A sculpture with pizazz – and style.
Visitors can “Oooh and Aaah” over it
On Open Gardens Day.
It will look so fine, so cultured, so clever.
“I wonder what they will say?”
But an old-car man came. He bought three wheels,
Swapped Rex some tools for my cattle grid.
Took some iron lace, a tractor seat
And a camp oven (without a lid).
All this came from my sculpture pile.
It was gone before I found out.
Ambition was dashed. Inspiration was quashed
(That’s what art is all about.)
So here I stand. All my plans are gone.
Reality is – they are now all ghosts.
For all that is left is a petrol drum
And three big iron posts!