Welcome to the Second Grade!
Unity
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 and music and art;
One, a parent with a guiding hand
And a gentle, loving heart.
Day after day the teacher toiled,
With a touch that was deft and sure,
While the parent labored by his 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 or 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~
