Read Poem:  JUNK AND TREASURE, by Rollin Jewett

Every now and then
I go through my “junk drawer”
and choose the things I want
or don’t want any more.

Now, here’s a rusty key
that fit an ancient clock
and when the key was turned
the clock would go “tick-tock.”

And here’s a perfect stone,
so round and smooth and hard.
Can you believe I found it
right here in my back yard?

And here’s a little troll,
his hair is blue and white.
And don’t his eyes look almost real…
so shiny, big, and bright?

And look, what’s this I’ve found?
A little soldier boy…
To think I played for hours
with this simple little toy.

And here’s a foreign coin
my uncle sent last year.
I tried to spend it once…
but they won’t take it here.

And look, what’s this I see?
A seashell from the shore.
A crab once lived inside it…
but doesn’t anymore

And here’s a handsome button
It’s green and smooth as jade…
It came off of a jacket
that I wore in seventh grade.

And here’s a magnifier
to look at ants and flies.
It has a tiny crack in it…
but it still magnifies.

And here’s a little ribbon
that’s made of satin lace.
I got it at a Spelling Bee
for winning second place.

I’ll take these things and others
and put them in a crate…
and leave them for the children
outside the garden gate.

For I have kept them many years
and now I set them free…
I know they don’t mean anything
to anyone but me.

But though they might seem useless,
they still could hold some pleasure…
For what I now consider “junk”,
some child may view as “treasure.”

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