Teachers Song
TEACHERS SONG
Edward Clay
summer 1997
Fly with me my young ones
on wings of metal and stone.
Learn with me and we shall see
what dreams you call your own?
First acquire the basic skills
the way of tools and flame.
Then find the heart within the stone
a picture for the frame.
Rings and pins with mounted stones
and bracelets to admire.
Jewelry made with skill and love
as the crafts require.
Now my stone of life is dust
I know my time has gone.
The art and skills I shared with all
those skills one will pass on.
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