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 a parent with a guiding hand
And a gentle loving heart.

Day after day, the teacher toiled
With a 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 molded into the child
Could neither be sold nor bought.

And each agreed he would have failed
If he had worked alone,
For behind the parent stood the school,
 

Welcome to all of our parents and students!  Let's all work together to make this the best year possible.
 
 
 
 
 

If you have any questions or concerns please feel free to contact Mr. McDermott or myself at 821-3756 or through my email: rid03450@ride.ri.net.