i dreamed i stood in a studio and watched two scuptors there the clay they used was a young child's mind and they fashion it with care one was a teacher the tools being used were books music and art one 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 laboured just as hard and polished and smooth it o'er when at last their task was done they were proud of what they had wrought for the things they had moulded into the child could neither be sold or bought and both agreed they would have failed if they had worked alone for behind the parents stood the school and behind the teacher the home
18 years, 4 months & 9 days ago
