The 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 he used were books, music, and art. The other 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 his side, and polished and smoothed it ore. And when at last their task was done, they were proud of what they had wrought. For the thing 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 Teacher stood the School and behind the Parent the Home.
Thanks for being partners in this educational journey!!!
Thanks for being partners in this educational journey!!!