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Two Sculptors
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.
The other; a parent worked with guiding hands,
And a gentle, loving heart.
Day after day, the teacher toiled with a touch
That was careful, skilled, and sure.
While the parents labored by her side
And polished and smoothed it o’er.
And when at last their task was done
They were proud of what they had wrought.
For the things they had molded into the child
Could neither be sold or 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.
--Anonymous
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