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 the TV age songs,  
 and when the jingles sang I'd sing along:  

 "Em -Eye -See, Kay -Ee -Why, Em -Oh -You -Ess -Ee," or
 "Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier." 
 Then I'd 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 world and knew nothing at all 
 of the cold wars fought beyond my mother's warm hug,
 so far from the fortress of my family's love.