Teamwork

I would like to share the following inspiring poem with you since we are now at the start of a new school year.

Unity 

By: Ray A. Lingenfelter 

I dreamed I stood in a studio

And watched two sculptures 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 book, 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 careful, deft, and sure.

While the parent labored by his side

And polished and smoothed it o'er.

And at last when their work was done

They were proud of what they had wrought.

For the things they 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 parent stood the school

And behind the teacher, the home.