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Unity
I dreamt I stood in a studio
And watched two sculptors there.
The clay they used was a young child's mind
And they fashioned it with care.
One was a teacher - the tools he used
Were books, music, and art.
The other, a parent, 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 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 nor bought.
And each agreed they would of failed
If each had worked alone.
For behind the parent stood the school,
And behind the teacher, the home.

Ray A. Lingenfalter, Elementary Principal

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