Leavers' Picnic June 2021
Unity
I dreamed I stood
In a studio
And watched sculptors there,
The clay they used
Was a young child’s mind
And they fashioned
It with care.
Teachers were there,
The tools they used
Were books, games
Music and art
Parents and Grandparents were there
With a guarding hand
And a gentle and loving heart.
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 all agreed they
Would have failed
If they had worked alone
For behind the parents and grandparents
Stood the school
And behind the teachers
Stood the home.
Anon