Sasha Gersten's Poem: "My Dream"

Henri Rousseau's The Sleeping Gypsy Museum of Modern Art, New York MY DREAM by Sasha Gersten 3rd grade, Keys School, Palo Alto
A lion went toward me while I played the guitar. He got closer and closer near me. The moon was full. His green eyes glowed like a ball. I was afraid. I stopped playing my guitar The sky got dark. I was far away from home.	I was cold I wrapped myself in my wool blanket. The lion roared again. He jumped. I shivered. I thought he was going to eat me but he didn't. His fur glowed in the moon light air. He walked past me. I thought he was a nice lion.

Poet-teacher Peter Y. Chou handed out copies of Chinese and Western paintings to 3rd grade students of Keys School, Palo Alto. He read an imaginative poem of his, whereby he entered in and participated in a Bruegel's painting, The Hay Harvest. He then told students to fantasize themselves inside a painting and weave a story. © Remembering What Happened: CPITS 1991 Statewide Anthology.

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