Conclusion
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.
One, a parent who worked with a guiding hand
And a gentle, loving heart.
Day after day the
teacher toiled
With touch that was deft and sure,
While the parent 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 nor bought
And each agreed he
would have failed
If he worked alone,
The parent and the school,
The teacher and the home.
Author Unknown (in Salisbury, 1992).
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