In
Honor of Teachers
by Ronald Reagan
Teachers, You are the molders of
their dreams
The gods who build or crush
Their
young beliefs of right or wrong.
You
are the spark that sets aflame
The
poet's hand or lights the flame
of
some great singer's song.
You are the god of the young,
the very young
You are the guardian of a million dreams
Your every smile or frown
can heal or pierce the heart.
You are a hundred lives, a
thousand lives.
Yours the pride of loving them
And the sorrow too.
Your patient work, your touch
Make
you the goals of hope
Who
fill their souls with dreams
To
make those dreams come true.
