X is for eXpress Yourself through Poetry

Today is not only X day, but it is also Nation Poetry Day!  I used to write.......a long time ago.....had a little book and even had other people write in it and swore that someday i would have it published.  I'm pretty sure i still have it somewhere.  Should pull it out and see what the high school version of me and my friends thought of the world then.  That will be a post for another time.....,but for today, I thought I'd share a favorite....

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. 

Shel Silverstein