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Two Sculptors

"I dreamed I stood in a studio

and watched two sculptors there.

The clay they used was a 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 work 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 had worked alone,

for behind the parent stood the school,

and behind the teacher the home."

~ Author Unknown ~

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