The White Dove of Peace

 

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White dove of peace

 

Made by drawing experimental criss crossing curvy lines and then looking for things. This became “White dove of peace; lord of the jungle”


Poet Monkey:

The white dove of peace is King of the jungle

High in the canopy she judges the beasts.

Narrator:

The white dove of peace can call herself a king if she so desires and who can change her mind. I am down in the jungle and it is teeming with wild beasts. The white dove of peace sits high above us all spreading her wings and singing.

Poet Monkey:

The bad dreams have ended but my legs are still asleep

I need to be comforted by the white dove of peace.

Narrator:

One beast is suffering from nightmares and on waking up feels paralyzed. So, he calls to the white dove of peace for help. She sings to him and drives the terrors out of his heart.


 

 

 

 

This became, “Prehistoric man with a herd of animals”

This though was “A home for super hero’s”.