TCK’s
It’s not just what we learned as kids
Which TCK’s absorb – it bids
Us listen up to later stuff,
Like other half – no time’s “enough”.For home is made for TCK’s
From mix of cultures, melded they;
And from that base our lives have grown,
As crop when tiny seeds were sown.And so a culture we call home,
It’s blessed by all that we have known;
Enriched by University,
And all we hear, and taste, and see.Some say, “Oh that’s all in the past;
Move on, my friend, such should not last
Beyond the day when it occurred.”
But no – such is foundation’s word.For “home” holds such a place for each,
So steeped in culture we can reach
Beyond just one or other side,
From mix of both close to our side.When we were born and learned each word,
Each meaning stored as it was heard,
We drew our comprehending list
From culture ours – with nothing missed.Then as we grew, maturing minds –
We filled the gaps with treasured finds
From every source encountered, then
We built – rebuilt – rebuilt again.Now from our mental data-bank
We draw resources, mixed with thanks;
Our way of life is colored in
By who we are, and where we’ve been.navigation