Unity
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 he used
Were books and music and art;
One was a parent with a guiding hand,
And a gentle, loving heart.
Day after day the teacher toiled
With touch that was deft and sure,
While the parent labored by his side
And polished and smoothed it o'er.
And when at last their task was done,
They were proud of what they had wrought,
For the things they had modeled into the child
Could neither be sold or bought.
And each agreed he would have failed
If he had worked alone,
For behind the parent stood the school,
And behind the teacher, the home.
-- Author-Unknown--


In second grade we will be studying many forms of poetry. Click below to enjoy some of the many styles of poetry our class will learn about throughout the year.


Couplet Poetry
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Haiku Poetry
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Cinquain Poetry
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Acrostic Poetry
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Favorite Poems
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