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A Cute Poem About Clutter

Hector the Collector

From Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

Hector the Collector collected bits of string, collected dolls with broken heads

and rusty bells that would not ring.

Pieces out of picture puzzles, bent-up nails and ice cream sticks

Twists of wires, worn-out tires, paper bags and broken bricks.

Old chipped vases, half shoelaces, gatlin’ guns that wouldn’t shoot, 

Leaky boats that wouldn’t float and stopped-up horns that wouldn’t toot. 

Butter knives that had no handles, copper keys that fit no locks, 

Rings that were too small for fingers, dried-up leaves and patched-up socks. 

Worn-out belts that had no buckles, ’lectric trains that had no tacks,

Airplane models, broken bottles, three-legged chairs and cups with cracks. 

 

Hector the Collector Loved these things with all his soul-

Loved them more than shining diamonds, loved them more than glistenin’ gold.

Hector called to all the people, “Come and share my treasure trunk!”

And all the silly sightless people came and looked... and called it junk. 

 

I always loved Shel Silverstein books as a little girl. When I found this poem while cleaning out my files this weekend, I thought it was so appropriate to share with all of you. Hope you enjoy it! 

 

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