TEACHERS...

Paint their minds
and guide their thoughts
Share their achievements
and advise their faults
Inspire a Love
of knowledge and truth
As you light the path
Which leads our youth
For our future brightens
with each lesson you teach
Each smile you lengthen
Each goal you help reach
For the dawn of each poet
each philosopher and king
Begins with a Teacher
And the wisdom they bring

    TEACHERS...

You are the molders of their dreams
The gods who build or crush
Their young beliefs of right or wrong.
You are the spark that sets aflame
The poet's hand or lights the flame
Of some great singer's song.
You are the god of the young,
the very young
You are the guardian of
a million dreams
Your every smile or frown
Can heal or pierce the heart
You are a hundred lives,

a thousand lives.

Yours the pride of loving them
And the sorrow too.
Your patient work, your touch
Make you the gods of hope
Who fill their souls with dreams
To make those dreams come true.

  WHOSE CHILD IS THIS?.

"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 him that he may
always be good
And each day do the things he should"
"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 just for a little while
To teach him how to be
gentle and kind
To train and direct his
dear little mind
To help him live by every rule
And get the best he can from school"
"Whose child is this?" I ask once more
Just as the little one
entered the door
"Ours" said the parents and
the teacher as they smiled
And each took the hand
of the little child
"Ours to love and train together
Ours this blessed task forever."