Unity
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. 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.
- By Ray A. Lingenfelter
