Teacher Poems

A Teacher's Prayer
Jill Wolf

I want to teach my students more 
   than lessons in a book;
I want to teach them deeper things
   that people overlook--
The value of a rose in bloom,
   its use and beauty, too,
A sense of curiosity to discover
   what is true;
How to think and how to choose
   the right above the wrong,
How to live and learn each day
   and grow up to be strong;
To teach them always how to gain
   in wisdom and in grace,
So they will someday make the world
   a brighter, better place.
Lord, let me be a friend and guide 
   to give these minds a start
Upon their way down life's long road, 
   then I'll have done my part.





The Molders of Their Dreams
Clark Molenhoff

You are molders of their dreams.
The gods who crush their young beliefs of right or wrong.
You are the spark, that sets aflame the poet's hand or 
lights the flame in some great young singer's song.
You are the gods of young - the very young.
You are the guardian of a million dreams.
Your smile or frown can heal or pierce a heart.
Yours are one hundred lives - one thousand lives.
Yours is the pride of loving them, the sorrow too.
Your patient work, your touch, make you the God of hope
That fills their souls with dreams, and makes those dreams come true.


Unity
Ray A. Lingenfelter

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.

One was a teacher
and the tools she used
were books and music and art.
One was a parent
with a guiding hand
and a gentle, 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 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.




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