Two Sculptors

  • Two Sculptors

     I dreamed I saw 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 he used

     

    Were books, music, and art

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    The other, a parent, worked with a guiding hand

     

    And a gentle, loving heart.

     

     

    Day after day, the teacher toiled with a touch

     

    That was careful, deft, and sure

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    While the parent labored by his sid

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    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 they would have failed

     

    If either had worked alone.

     

    For behind the parent stood the school

     

    And behind the teacher, the home.

     

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