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Orange monarch butterflies flit by; bees buzz noisily; and gulls caw frantically as they swoop, circle and dive at the mint-scented hill below. White Queen Anne's lace, goldenrods, soft purple thistles and long, thin, prickly, straw-coloured grasses dance in the breeze. Nearby, in a clump of pink and white clover, crickets chirp and hop; pitch black ants file silently up a blade of emerald green grass. At the foot of the hill, a dry-mud path winds its way through the poplars. The yellow leaves of the poplars rustle, and flutter down to the dead leaves and broken branches that cover the ground like a crinkled, apple-juice-brown carpet. Overhead, the branches of the poplar trees stretch upward, as if to paint soft white smudges in the deep blue ocean-sky. The paragraph," Between the School and the Mall", is based on the individual site descriptions written by the grade 5-6 pupils.
