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stillsmallvoice
04-25-12, 11:20 AM
Hi all!

As I mentioned here (http://www.addforums.com/forums/showthread.php?t=122910), Shel Silverstein's "Hector the Collector"
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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 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 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.
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was written for our youngest, Naor.

I wrote the following in October 2009, when Naor was in 3rd grade at his previous school & it was becoming obvious that it was not the school for him (I now call it "robot school" for its assembly-line, one-size-fits-all approach to education) & he was very unhappy there (we transferred him to the special ed class at his current school in January 2010, after the winter break). It was around then that he and his best friend really started building an earlier incarnation of the clubhouse in our backyard & puting alot into it.

*Ahem*

We're certainly learning patience with our little Hector boy
As he runs around collecting, because we see his joy.
We’ve seen our yard remade; as our yard goes so go us.
His beloved clubhouse rises; we no longer make a fuss.
Made of bric-a-brac, this and that, and others' cast-off stuff,
So much urban flotsam, construction off-the-cuff.
A palace, not a place, to him; his refuge when in a funk,
If we see it as he does, we'll never call it junk.

L'chaim!

ssv