Unity
I dreamed I saw 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 she used were books, music, and art.
One was a parent
with a guiding hand and a gentle, loving heart.
And when at last, their task was done,
They were proud of what they had wrought
for the things they molded into the child
could neither be sold nor bought.
And each agreed they would have failed
if either had worked alone.
For behind the parent stood the school
and behind the teacher, the home.
- Cleo V. Swarat
I dreamed I saw 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 she used were books, music, and art.
One was a parent
with a guiding hand and a gentle, loving heart.
And when at last, their task was done,
They were proud of what they had wrought
for the things they molded into the child
could neither be sold nor bought.
And each agreed they would have failed
if either had worked alone.
For behind the parent stood the school
and behind the teacher, the home.
- Cleo V. Swarat