Shel Silverstein

(September 25, 1930 – May 10, 1999 / Chicago/ Illinois)

Hector The Collector - Poem by Shel Silverstein

Hector the Collector
Collected bits of string,
Collected dolls with broken heads
And rusty bells that would not ring. 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 boasts 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 tracks,
Airplane models, broken bottles,
Three-legged chairs and cups with cracks.
Hector the Collector
Loved these things with all his soul--
Loved them more then shining diamonds,
Loved them more then 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.

Comments about Hector The Collector by Shel Silverstein

  • Gold Star - 28,812 Points Kim Barney (4/5/2015 9:03:00 AM)

    One man's junk is another man's treasure.
    Whoever typed this poem into Poem Hunter surely made a typo on line ten. That would only make sense if it said LEAKY BOATS instead of LEAKY BOASTS. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010

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