Unity

Unity
Ray A.  Lingenfelter

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
and the tools she used
were books and music and art.
One was a parent
with a guiding hand
and a gentle, loving heart.

And when at last
their work was done,
they were proud of what they had wrought.
For the things they had worked
into the 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.