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An Apple for the teacher
Is really nothing new
Except when you remember
Parents are teachers too!
P.S. I would like to see your "candy poem" too.
This is another that has been around for a long time:
I dreamed I stood in a studio
And watched two sculpters 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 and music and art;
One, a parent with a guiding hand
And a gentle, loving heart.
Day after day the teacher toiled,
With a touch that was deft and sure,
While the parent laboured by his side
And polished and smoothed it over.
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 nor bought.
And each agreed he would have failed,
If he had worked alone.
For behind the parent stood the school,
And behind the teacher the home.
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