I dreamed 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 she used were books music and art;
One was a parent
With a guiding hand and gentle loving heart.
And when atlast their work was done,
They were proud of what they had worked.
For the things they have worked into a child
Could never be sold or bought!
And each agreed she would have failed
If she had worked alone.
For behind the parent stood the school,
And behind the teacher stood the home!
Naveen Zaman – 6G5
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 she used were books music and art;
One was a parent
With a guiding hand and gentle loving heart.
And when atlast their work was done,
They were proud of what they had worked.
For the things they have worked into a child
Could never be sold or bought!
And each agreed she would have failed
If she had worked alone.
For behind the parent stood the school,
And behind the teacher stood the home!
Naveen Zaman – 6G5