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Unity (A wonderful poem about parents, children, and teachers working together)
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 he used
Were books and music and art
One a parent with a guiding hand
And a gentle loving heart
Day after day, the teacher toiled
With a touch that was deft and sure
While the parent labored by his 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 he would have failed
If he had worked alone
For behind the parent stood the school,
And behind the teacher, the home
--Author Unknown
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