Unity
I dreamed I stood in a
studio
And watched two
sculptors there.
The clay they used was a
child's mind
And they fashioned it
with care.
One was a teacher - the
tools he used
Were books, music and
art.
The other, a parent,
worked with a guiding hand,
And a gentle loving
heart.
Day after day, the
teacher toiled with torch
That was careful, deft
and sure,
While the parent labored
by his side
And polished and
smoothed it o'er.
And when at last their
task was done
They were proud of what
they wrought.
For the things they had
molded into the child
Could neither be sold
nor bought.
And each agreed they
would have failed
If each had worked
alone.
For behind the parent
stood the school
And behind the teacher,
the home.
AUTHOR UNKNOWN
I wish to credit Ms Ditzler from Pleasant Grove Elementary School in
Stockbridge, Georgia for this lovely poem.
Taken from her web page with permission.