Gedichtje
Hier is een gedichtje dat ik mooi vindt, en waar ik aan moest denken toen ik de commentaren op mijn blog van gisteren las.
Unity
By 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:
the tools she used were books and music and art;
One was a parent
With a guiding hand and 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!
Unity
By 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:
the tools she used were books and music and art;
One was a parent
With a guiding hand and 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!
posted by Annemiek | 7:42 p.m.
4 Comments:
Dit moet ik bijhouden!
Als je een leekracht hebt die op dezelfde golflengte zit, dan kunnen ze je kinderen vleugeltjes geven!
Voor nog meer onderwijzer gedichtjes;
http://www.classwebsite.org/inspirationalpoems.htm
Voor Wendy;
"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 parent 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."
Ik geloof het je, Wendy, dat je gehecht raakt aan de leerlingen. Als ik hier zie hoe enthousiast de meeste onderwijzers zijn, en hoe ze de kinderen groeten, het straalt er vanaf.
Ik hecht me al aan de kinderen, die ik slechts een keer per maand les geef, laat staan als ik ze iedere dag zeven uur lang zou zien! Ik merk het ook aan de teachers van onze kinderen, want als Kai of Katja ze weer gaat opzoeken zijn ze letterlijk dolblij!
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