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This is a poem that was shared with us.

Unity 

By Anonymous

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 she 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 a touch that was deft and sure,

While the parent labored by his side and polished it 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 have failed if each had worked alone.

For behind the teacher stood the school and behind the parent, the home. 

*Thank you for your support this year!