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`The Green’ Geographical Association home‘绿色’地理协会首页.ppt

`The Green’ Geographical Association home‘绿色’地理协会首页

`The Green’ This presentation contains free verse composed by Year 5 children following a visit to The Green in March 2004. They had recently been shown plans of how The Green would be redeveloped. On The Green I could see... a derelict space waiting for benches; smashed glass sprinkled everywhere you look; birds gliding gracefully through the air; desolate flowerbeds just waiting for blossom; broken branches and destroyed trees cover the landscape. On The Green I could hear... the delicate voice of an elegant bird singing; cars and buses rushing by; the lawnmower with its mouth wide open eating grass; a motorbike whizzing past; the beep of a rubbish truck reversing. On The Green I could smell... the newly cut grass; a cool summer breeze; some dry beer that had been spilt; On The Green I could feel... the texture of the rough path; the prickly grass; a wrinkly leaf; the despair of a child who wants a park where she can go and feel safe. by Ella S On The Green I could hear... the banging of gates as they secure the bowling green; the delicate song of a single bird calling for a friend; a roaring sound coming from the mouth of a herbivore chasing after it’s feast; the pandemonium of cars racing along the roads; the tremendous sound of travelling bees. On the Green I could see... colourful butterflies roaming, not bothering anyone; a stage especially made for speeches and discussions; a desolate rose bed pleading for colour and company; the adolescent trees were not controlled or looked after; sticks smothering the path, covering the dullness. On The Green I could smell... the freshly cut grass travelling through the breeze; the petrol stench from the lawnmower; the scent of flowers flowing through the air. On The Green I could feel... the uneven path sliding under my feet; the crunching of glass shattering under my feet as I walked; the roughness of the trees as I slide my fingers around it. My fear for this park grows stronger because it gets more dangerous every

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