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Children Learn What They Live If a child lives with criticism, he learns to condemn. If a child lives with hostility, he learns to fight. If a child lives with ridicule, he learns to be shy. If a child lives with tolerance, he learns to be patient. If a child lives with encouragement, he learns confidence. If a child lives with praise, he learns to appreciate. If a child lives with fairness, he learns justice. If a child lives with security, he learns to have faith. If a child lives with approval, he learns to like himself. If a child lives with acceptance and friendship, he learns to find love in the world. |
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Teachers By: Kevin William Huff Teachers Paint their minds And guide their thoughts Share their achievements And advise their faults. Inspire a love Of Knowledge and truth As you light the path Which leads our youth. For our future brightens With each lesson you teach Each smile you lengthen Each goal you help reach. For the dawn of each poet Each philosopher and king Begins with a Teacher And the wisdom they bring. |
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One Hundred Years from Now One hundred years from now It will not mater What kind of car I drove, What kind of house I lived in, How much money was in my bank account Nor what my clothes looked liked. But the world may be a better place because I was important in the life of a child |
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Whose Child is This? "Whose Child is this?" I asked one day Seeing a little one out at play "Mine," said the parent with a tender smile "Mine to keep a little while To bathe his hands and comb his hair To tell him what he is to wear To prepare him that he may always be good. And each day do the things he should" "Whose child is this?" I asked again As the door opened and someone came in "Mine," said the teacher with the same tender smile "Mine, to keep just for a little while To teach him how to be gentle and kind To train and direct his dear little mind To help him live by every rule And get the best he can from school." "Whose child is this?" I ask once more Just as the little one entered the door "Ours" said the parent and the teacher as they smiled And each took the hand of the little child "Ours to love and train together Ours this blessed task forever." |