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UNITY I dreamed I stood in a studio And watched two sculptures there The clay they used was a child’s mind They fashioned it with care One was a teacher; The tools she used were books, music and
art One was a parent With a guiding hand and a gentle, loving
heart Day after day the teacher toiled; With a touch that was strong and sure While the parent laboured by her side With a heart that was clear and pure And when at last the task was done They stood proud at what they had wrought For things they had moulded into the
child Could neither be sold nor bought And each agreed they would have failed If they had worked alone; For behind the parent stood the school … And behind the teacher, the home … - Anonymous – |