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Two Sculptors
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, music and art.
The parent worked with a guiding hand
and a gentle, loving heart.
Day after day, the teacher toiled
with touch that was patient and sure
while the parent labored by her side
and polished and smoothed it more.
And when at last their task was done,
they were proud of what they taught;
for the things they had molded into the child
could neither be sold or bought.
And each agreed she would have failed
is she had worked alone:
the teacher and the school,
the parent and the home.
- Author Unknown
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