The Sculptures
by Unknown


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 they used were books, music and art;
One was a parent with a guiding hand,
And a gentle loving heart.

Day after day the teacher toiled,
With touch both deft and sure.
While the parent labored by her 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 neither be sold nor bought.

And both agreed they would have failed
If they had worked alone,
For behind the parent stood the school,
And behind the teacher,
The home......