Students are like grains of sand Along a windswept beach, Waiting for a helping hand, And a heart that loves to teach.
Sand can be molded easily By hand or with a tool. Nature, the perfect classroom Was where God taught His school.
No need for air-condition, He used simple visual aid That provided timeless lessons -- Memories that never fade..
Students are like grains of sand Bruised by the tide of pain and strife. The positive imprint of a teacher Can influence that tender life.
F.Faye Brooks
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