I'd watch Mickey Mouse on a black and white screen in  
 my Davy Crockett coonskin cap and moccasins.  
 I'd know every word to their TV theme songs,  
 and when the ditties played I'd love to sing along:  

 "Em -Eye -See, Kay -Ee -Why, Em -Oh -You -Ess -Ee," or
 "Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier." 
 Then I would dream, "Look!  Up in the sky!  It's a bird! 
 It's a plane! No, it's Superman!"  I'd never heard 

 of an Eisenhower, Khrushchev, Mao, or DeGaulle. 
 I was not in that land, and knew nothing at all 
 about the cold wars beyond my mother's warm hug,
 fought outside the fortress of my family's love.