We were recently sent an Efteling-related poem by Simon Mack. It is all about a day out to Efteling 🙂
‘Park of Wonders’
Our family merry travelled to gentle lands of the low
Our father told us stories of place known long ago
As a child he had gone there and had splendid times
And now it was our turn in his footsteps to climb.
Night’s dream filled with stories of a land of great wonders
Our hearts lifted lightly and no man could down plunder
We’d follow the routes we had heard in Dad’s stories
And descend from imagination unto realities glory.
The gateway to adventure rose high in spring skies
Thatched spires of Dad’s fond tales now real to our eyes
We’d waited for this day since we were so small
At last now upon us we’d have quite a ball.
A fine ornate pathway winding onward toward fun
No sleep at all last night this moments loop on re-run
A forest route’s meander our first new encounter
Enchantment of stories amidst carpets of flowers.
This wood filled with jewels from olden fairy tales
Red Riding hood Sleeping beauty and much more in detail
Tom Thumb and the Giant asleep in his boots
Rapunzel’s high tower her hair down to its roots.
The forest of stories gave way to a square
Through shimmer of sunlight a palace stood there
A tune of old fairgrounds came out from the door
An olden classic carousel our ride we adored.
A jaunty trot onward to a towering bird
Dark ride on a coaster wild screams could be heard
A visit to Jokie and his wide global journey
A carnival of adventure from the arctic to Germany.
High up on Pagoda a view that went on forever
A drive in vintage cars we might have dreamed never
A vast swing of high reaches on ship swirling wild
In our father’s happy gaze memories of a child.
Flying Dutchman a ghost ship on dark water’s ride
Watery climb skyward into daylight rapid glide
A trip on the Python double loop and corkscrew
We whoop in abandon round and round we fast flew.
All that fun made us hungry local snacks to embrace
Kroket and Frites so yummy not a morsel went waste
A trek to the Alpine on a four man Bob slide
Hurtling down smiling Dad our trusted guide.
A jaunt to the Far East the sights sounds and smells
A voyage through the Orient a White wizard casts spells
A perfumed aroma pierced through darkened scenes
Sailing past a Bazaar and the Sultan’s fine harem.
A mist of macabre wafted around castle
In darkness we enter among screams of a rascal
Dim lights scary noises spooky is this place
A ghostly rendition of night’s Black embrace.
Back in the deep forest lofty castle slept a beauty
We Passed Rumpelstiltskin ‘Hoopla!’ his main duty
Dad joyous to show us our next new encounter
A mystical Villa and tales of thieves’ devour.
In a spin we departed astounded by our tour
Before us floral entry where dreams realm long endured
A flight in gentle Worlds castles fairies and trolls
Past palaces space bound and flower pastures colours bold.
Our flight through dreams wonder a whimsical pleasure
Memories of adventures we’d forever treasure
Our Dad said to hurry we made reservation
To dine beside live show was our next invitation.
We ate feast fine handsome fit for best of Kings
Followed by live drama of birds horses and Dragon winged
The idyllic evening beauty of this place quite sublime
Our hearts and this wonderland forever be entwined.
We made our way weary toward spires of dreams end
Our Dad said just one detour if your legs will slow lend
A rest on a kind bench by lake in soft light’s reflect
Just there leap of water that we did not expect!
A regal presentation of watery splendour
Glowing lights water fountains amid music calm tender
Shooting high skyward a feast for the eyes
A water spectacular our final day’s prize.
Arms round us our father asked if we’d had fun
Our day of his memories and much more we had done
We’d dreamed of this visit from beyond our recall
A day in this fine place far surpassed sleep’s enthrall.
Mum took us inside spires to find a small token
A keepsake to look at and recall joy’s emotion
So tired in elation we left for the night
Dad beckoned us over to hotel in moonlight.
4 spires that loomed friendly in bright coloured lights
Inside our room fashioned from our day’s tempting sights
Wonderment continued until our deep sleep
Dad covered us over and took a quick peek.
And right there before him two kids slept with smiles
As wide as the ocean as broad as crocodiles
He wondered what we’d do when he told in the morning
Another day in wonderland was upon us now dawning!
Simon Mack ©2014