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    Poems
    By Catherine

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    Here are 3 really nice poems that you can hang up in or just outside the classroom, for parents to see:

    COME TO THE EDGE

    The teacher
    said to the students:
    "Come to the edge."
    They replied: "We might fall."

    The teacher again said:
    "Come to the edge,"
    and they responded:
    "It's too high."

    "Come to the edge,"
    the teacher demanded.

    And they came –
    and the teacher pushed them,
    and they
    Flew.

    PARTNERS

    I dreamed I stood in a studio
    And watched two sculptors there.
    The clay they used was a child's mind
    And they fashioned it with care.

    One was a teacher; the tools used
    Were books and music and art
    One, a parent with guiding hands,
    A gentle and loving heart.

    Day after day the teacher toiled,
    With a touch both deft and skilled.
    The parent labored side by side
    And all the values filled.

    And when at last their task was done
    They looked at what they'd wrought
    The beautiful shape of the precious child
    Could neither be sold nor bought.

    And each agreed it would have failed
    If one had worked alone.
    For behind the parent stood the school,
    And behind the teacher, the home.

    “WHOSE CHILD?”

    "Whose Child is this?" I asked one day
    Seeing a little one out at play.
    "Mine", said the parent with a tender smile.
    "Mine to keep a little while:
    To bathe his hands and comb his hair
    To tell him what he is to wear:
    To prepare for him his daily food.
    To train him that he may always be good".

    "Whose child is this?" I asked again
    As the door opened and someone came in.
    "Mine", said the teacher with the same tender smile:
    "Mine to keep for a little while:
    To teach him how to be gentle and kind:
    To train him and direct his dear little mind:
    To help him to live by every rule.
    And get the best he can from school".

    "Whose child is this?" I asked once more
    Just as the little one entered the door.
    "Ours", said the parent and teacher as they smiled
    And each took a hand of the dear child.
    "Ours to love and train together.
    Ours, this blessed task forever".



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