Big oak trees remind me of old grandpas they’re old and strong just like my grandpa
he was great
he was kind, gentle, strong, forgiving, loving, anything and everything good you name it
i loved him a lot
he’s gone now…
he died quickly so no one really worried if he had suffered or not
i remember when he started losing himself
it was scary
he couldn’t remember me anymore
he stopped calling every week…
Iv’e got a oak tree on the fraunt lorn. My sister like’s to clime it. thers a lot of acecons on it in spring and summer. in summer i sit undr it in the shade that ceaps you nice and cool.
On one of the branches of an oak tree on the hill, a wooden swing on frayed straw ropes creaked in the wind. Twitters of birds echoed through the air, lit by afternoon sunlight. Children down below played jump-rope and ring-around-the-rosy. A small farm below was surrounded by waving yellow grasses, in which horses, goats, and cows grazed. And still, the wooden swing creaked.
I saw my woman holding him close as he babbled beneath our old oak. Daniel and Clair were laughing and gently pinching his cheeks. I just couldn’t believe that all those joyful noises and smiling faces were mine to enjoy until I was too old to remember my own name.
Tree. Oak trees are big and beautiful. You see them in the forrest, with their long branches full of willow. One day walking through the forrest we stumbled upon a small family of rabbits. They hopped freely through the vines.
reminds me of the old oak tree in my parents backyard. we would tie a tire the the tree and swing from it. My brother was always the dare devil doing unique tricks that
Her dresser was an old, oak timepiece; years of wear and tear, edges chipped away by time and the zeal of two generations of frolicking children, and all manner of scratches formed an uneven tapestry of tally marks for bygone time .
The oak trees whistled in the ice cold air on that dark October night. I saw a strange house at the end of the street, so I decided to go inside. The aura seemed lonely. I kept going on into the dark, strange house. Then, I saw a strange figure in a doorway, so I chased it.
I walked in tho the forest. I was angry. Angry at the kids who wanted to steal our idea. I ran up the round, down the deer trail, and up a tree. My tree house was the only place no one would ever guess. I climbed up the ladder and into the clubhouse. I looked around. The old place my and my friend had found was old and dirty but it looked nice. We had fixed it up and it looked like a cozy bunker. We did homework here, played here, did everything here. I heard a noise coming closer to me and grabbed the emergency sling-shot i pulled it back, loaded, and aimed. My best friend climb through the hole, and into the tree house. I suddenly felt like i felt when it happens.
The oak tree sat in front of the house and it sat in front like a big guardian roman protecting its palace. ” Why would I WANT TO CLIMB THAT?” I said. Because” Bob said. I would not want to climb that tree. It was too big. I love to climb trees, but I would not climb to the top of that huge oak. I would not want to do that at all! I would really like to have the view, but climbing down? NO WAY! I decided that I would dare him to climb it while I do it. He said he would! Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!!! That means I would have to do it!!! I would hate to do it. I really have to do it. I started the big climb up the tree. I kept on doing it, my brother below me I climbed higher and higher. Suddenly I lost my grip!!!! I was falling down and down and down.
The old oak by the school was where they kissed for the first time. When her finger lingered on a loose button, tugging at the threads, wondering if, mid-smooch, something would change or be taken back. Words, pledges, feelings – they all felt so fragile even beside something as sturdy as that tree, which had been around for as long as she remembered.
I think of a huge tree overhead a little girl sitting on a bench with several foxes curled up around her with bluejays whistling in the trees. She is in her imagination, not paying attention to the world around her. She is in a bliss, imagining a huge forest with elves dancing in firelight, nymphs coming out to braid new branches in their oak trees, and fairies flit everywhere, their glowing orange lights like lanterns. She imagines she is the elf princess, with a crown of oak leaves, a dress made of oak leaves, and feet as nimble as a dragonfly. She is dancing on a platform with her foxes and bluejays, leading the elves, nymphs, and fairies in a dance.
is a another word for yes
can you help me? oak
OAK ISL
I will you help me? oak I will help you
mum can I have that then? oak
mum can I then kak
Big oak trees remind me of old grandpas they’re old and strong just like my grandpa
he was great
he was kind, gentle, strong, forgiving, loving, anything and everything good you name it
i loved him a lot
he’s gone now…
he died quickly so no one really worried if he had suffered or not
i remember when he started losing himself
it was scary
he couldn’t remember me anymore
he stopped calling every week…
Iv’e got a oak tree on the fraunt lorn. My sister like’s to clime it. thers a lot of acecons on it in spring and summer. in summer i sit undr it in the shade that ceaps you nice and cool.
“Dude, which table do you prefer? Oak or pine?”
“I really don’t care. I’m not some sort of – wood aficionado.”
“Sure you aren’t.”
I scoffed and rolled my eyes at the woman. “Listen, the weird modern plastic ones are half the price anyhow.”
Tall and fragrant. Stark against a grey sky. Housing patterns of unbelievable complexity.
On one of the branches of an oak tree on the hill, a wooden swing on frayed straw ropes creaked in the wind. Twitters of birds echoed through the air, lit by afternoon sunlight. Children down below played jump-rope and ring-around-the-rosy. A small farm below was surrounded by waving yellow grasses, in which horses, goats, and cows grazed. And still, the wooden swing creaked.
Underneath the oak tree,
Anything can happen.
Where some are in bliss and others kiss,
and journals are opened and flattened.
While the bluejays report it to the sky,
the oak tree says nothin’.
Underneath the oak tree,
Everything can happen.
I saw my woman holding him close as he babbled beneath our old oak. Daniel and Clair were laughing and gently pinching his cheeks. I just couldn’t believe that all those joyful noises and smiling faces were mine to enjoy until I was too old to remember my own name.
strong tree, producing acorns, mascot for private school Raven went to.
THE SHADE FROM THE OLD OAK TREE KEPT THE HOUSE COOL IN THE SUMMER. IT’S A SHAME THEY HAD TO CUT IT DOWN. WE SPENT A LOT OF TIME UNDER THAT OLD TREE.
There was this dude name Oak he was as big as a Oak tree. Now, Oak is this whiteout star football player that play for the Florida Gators.
I need a drink
At the Oak As game when a fly ball comes my way. Lighting fast reflexes kick in and I catch it. “Aw man I wanted that!” I hear a kid moan behind me
Tree. Oak trees are big and beautiful. You see them in the forrest, with their long branches full of willow. One day walking through the forrest we stumbled upon a small family of rabbits. They hopped freely through the vines.
The squirrels ran up the oak tree to gather their nuts.
Oak wood is my one of the woods I use when doing wood work projects In the restaurants I service. Oak trees are somewhat good looking. Oak is oak.
reminds me of the old oak tree in my parents backyard. we would tie a tire the the tree and swing from it. My brother was always the dare devil doing unique tricks that
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The old oak tree was one of the favorite things about their new home. She could see the kids swinging from the
oak and willow sturdy, old. grow or burn. build. acorn? climbable.
Tree.. wood .. I sat beneath the wild oak tree with a glass of wine and a good book. I quickly dosed off into a deep sleep and dreamt
tree grass branches field blue skies. beautiful girl. country road cool breeze
A tree. With leaves. They can be big. O-A
hear an 8bit jam with a pixel screen fingers clicking and flashing on the buttons, the professor says it’s a new adventure
Her dresser was an old, oak timepiece; years of wear and tear, edges chipped away by time and the zeal of two generations of frolicking children, and all manner of scratches formed an uneven tapestry of tally marks for bygone time .
Strong.
Bold.
Sturdy and reliable.
Inescapably, inexorably inert.
Exploding Oxygen.
Gorging on Carbon.
The oak trees whistled in the ice cold air on that dark October night. I saw a strange house at the end of the street, so I decided to go inside. The aura seemed lonely. I kept going on into the dark, strange house. Then, I saw a strange figure in a doorway, so I chased it.
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I walked in tho the forest. I was angry. Angry at the kids who wanted to steal our idea. I ran up the round, down the deer trail, and up a tree. My tree house was the only place no one would ever guess. I climbed up the ladder and into the clubhouse. I looked around. The old place my and my friend had found was old and dirty but it looked nice. We had fixed it up and it looked like a cozy bunker. We did homework here, played here, did everything here. I heard a noise coming closer to me and grabbed the emergency sling-shot i pulled it back, loaded, and aimed. My best friend climb through the hole, and into the tree house. I suddenly felt like i felt when it happens.
The oak tree sat in front of the house and it sat in front like a big guardian roman protecting its palace. ” Why would I WANT TO CLIMB THAT?” I said. Because” Bob said. I would not want to climb that tree. It was too big. I love to climb trees, but I would not climb to the top of that huge oak. I would not want to do that at all! I would really like to have the view, but climbing down? NO WAY! I decided that I would dare him to climb it while I do it. He said he would! Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!!! That means I would have to do it!!! I would hate to do it. I really have to do it. I started the big climb up the tree. I kept on doing it, my brother below me I climbed higher and higher. Suddenly I lost my grip!!!! I was falling down and down and down.
The old oak by the school was where they kissed for the first time. When her finger lingered on a loose button, tugging at the threads, wondering if, mid-smooch, something would change or be taken back. Words, pledges, feelings – they all felt so fragile even beside something as sturdy as that tree, which had been around for as long as she remembered.
I think of a huge tree overhead a little girl sitting on a bench with several foxes curled up around her with bluejays whistling in the trees. She is in her imagination, not paying attention to the world around her. She is in a bliss, imagining a huge forest with elves dancing in firelight, nymphs coming out to braid new branches in their oak trees, and fairies flit everywhere, their glowing orange lights like lanterns. She imagines she is the elf princess, with a crown of oak leaves, a dress made of oak leaves, and feet as nimble as a dragonfly. She is dancing on a platform with her foxes and bluejays, leading the elves, nymphs, and fairies in a dance.
The first that comes, it’s a tree. I imagine it very big and powerful. If you find an acorn, you can grow and see what comes out of it.
Soak.