Riding Zebras

Fifty-five short years ago,

Swiss Family Robinson came to town.

The theater filled with vulnerable children,

Seeking adventure from miles around.

We dreamed of losing our families,

Ending up stranded on lost isles…

Fantasizing grandiose tree houses,

Guarded by pet crocodiles.

Parents begged us to come inside,

Since the Disney film at the Ritz…

Our homes were epic battlefields;

Kids were the Robinson’s,  moms the pirates. 

We soon missed dinner with loved ones

After two cold nights in the yard;

No kid got to ride an ostrich;

The castaway’s life, proved way too hard. 

Returning to school and our warm beds,

Our surrender brought heart felt smiles…

Yet I doubt that even one of us,

Purged the dreams of deserted isles.