Mary S. Shoemaker School

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 for 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 or 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.

Author Unknown