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    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

    Please feel free to contact me with any questions or concerns at melson.b@woodstown.org or (856) 769-0144.