June 6, 2008 1:04 PM
Teacher appreciation - Unity Poem
Unity
I dreamed I stood in a studio
And watched two sculptors there,
The clay they used was a young child's mind
And they fashioned it with care.
One was a teacher;
the tools she used were books and music and art;
One was a parent
with a guiding hand and a gentle loving heart.
And when at last their work was done
They were pround of what they had wrought
For the things they had worked into the child
Could never be sold or bought.
And each agreed she would have failed
If she had worked alone
For behind the parent stood the school,
and behind the teacher stood the home.
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Thought some of you with kids attending school - public or private - might appreciate this poem I lifted from the Harmony Intermediate School awards ceremony program.
Hey - while we're on the subject of teachers' gifts, why not print and frame this for a deserving teacher?
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