Poetic Magic: Disneyland
The Wonderful World of Childhood
There is no time in our lives, perhaps, when dreams are more powerful than our childhood. It is a period when our imagination runs wild and free. We fantasize about being professional ballplayers, princesses, ballerinas, among other things.
Some of our childhood dreams, we cling to, and, if given the opportunity, fulfill them especially if we are blessed with enough money and good health.
As a child, I loved watching Walt Disney's Wonderful World of Color in the sixties. And I imagined myself one day visiting Disneyland and meeting those fictional characters that I believed to be real.
It took me quite a few years to realize my dream of visiting Disneyland but I eventually made it in 2012 to see Mickey Mouse and his friends marching down Main Street USA.
Disneyland, the Poem
I was sixty-years-old when I first went to Disneyland.
I always wanted to see Dumbo and Jiminy Cricket
when I was a kid growing up in Philly,
but my parents didn’t believe
that dreams could come true
or that the happiest place on earth really did exist.
In 2012, Tinker Bell finally sprinkled pixie dust
over my head, and when I awoke
I found myself sliding down a massive chute,
watching marionettes and puppets harmonize,
boarding a train, spinning inside of an oversized teacup,
laughing hysterically with Goofy,
and taking a spoonful of sugar from Mary.
Dreams really do come true, I discovered
as Peter Pan flew around me,
and Minnie Mouse flirted with Mickey
while I walked down Main Street
in the bright Anaheim sunshine
with Cinderella and none other than Walt Disney.
I closed my eyes and strapped on tight,
hang-glided through the clouds, over snowy mountaintops,
citrus fields, blue oceans, golden bridges
and Redwood trees as old as dinosaurs.
I soared over California in a 3-D paradise
and couldn’t stop singing,
It’s a small world, after all.
It's a small world, after all.