Unity

I dreamed I stood in a studio and
watched two sculptors there.
The clay 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
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 be neither be sold nor 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