in the casket she looked so peaceful, beautiful even. “she get out,” young Tom shouted. “No, I replied. We’ll nail it shut and add a solid oak lid”. Thus the realities of life were revealed to the little boy.
mighty tree.. can be used in so many books.. its good to see one in a hot summer day, strong and powerful, brown and green. but oak forests are not so good.
The doors in Hogwarts are made of Oak. All the hundreds of old fashioned doors, all made of Oak. I’m twenty now, but I read Harry Potter at the proper age where I was certain I would get my letter.
the single oak tree stood alone in the middle of the field. It had weathered storms in the past but the tornado bearing down on it in the dim distance that was uplifting cows and hurling them high into the air was more than it could withstand. It tried to batten down the hatches but the tornado forged ahead, lifted it high into the sky and flung at the little village nestling in the hillside.
i like oak trees. in my hometown there is a super-old, huge oak tree in the middle of a grassy field where I used to just sit with my friends and chill out.
the oak tree stood firm in the centre of the garden,l as it had done since I was a child. I remembered when there were two of us, always climbing that tree, but now I was alone.
A window with colored glass. A door with a brass lion-head knocker. A rug rife with Persian finery in red and gold. A painting in an ornate frame of a girl sitting by a pond. A bookcase jammed with leather-bound volumes. A desk scattered with letters from the great and beloved. A chair made of honeyed oak with a plush seat of velvet.
I used to have an oak tree in my back yard when I was growing up i built imaginary highways under it and dug tunnels. Then I drove my toy trucks and cars over them.
Trees are nice, and I really love the way they smell after it rains. Oak trees are nice too. I do not know much about them, but this is what makes the world such an interesting place :)I l
She lay on her back, gazing up to the spreading branches of the huge oak. The oak must have been a hundred years old, it was so big. She squinted her eyes as the rays of sun made their way through the gaps between the branches.
trees leaves nuts acorns walking down the street fall squirrels they all relate the way the sun sets behind the branches and how the smell of autumn appeals to one as he walks through the arcade of foliage. it reminds me of Halloween as a child growing up in a small residential town.
tree, of course. it runs it’s course through the air with branches unsheathed it faces the wind and stands strong. we’ve watched them stand through the weather of time and still we cut them down.
oak. Ist das nicht die Eiche? Die gute alte? Runde Blätter, die Ränder wie Wellen. Früher gingen wir Eicheln sammeln. Herbstwind. Wir allein weit draußen, hinterm Bahndamm. Allein. Gut, wir waren mehrere Kinder. Keine Erwachsene.
I waited for you next to the oak tree. That’s where you told me to wait for you. I brought a book in case you stood me up. I always think you will; I’m too insecure. You walked with that walk you have and closed the book. You kissed me. I loved you then and I love you now. Forever more.
Old and wise. Seeing many generations come and go. Broad and tall. Strong, unbending. Acorns feeding hungry squirrels. Crunchy leaves underfoot in autumn.
an oak tree is the source of the acorn which is small and looks like a little man with a hat on him. I don’t know why but when I was a child I always thought that they were little pixies who turned into acorns whenever they saw a human coming, but then again I was a strange child.
the big oak tree stood in her front yard for years and years. as long as she could remember actually. as a girl, she would climb the branches to look out over the land. as an old woman, alone with nothing left in the world, she would sit in the shade of it and think back over her days. the tree was her strong point.
there is an old oak chair in my granpa’s living room. it rock still in the soft wind. but his long casted shadow in the afternoon is no longer there. the cigar smell is replaced by withering orchids. he said goodbye along with the passing clouds above his small room.
As he gazed upon the old oak tree way in the far right corner of his backyard, James began to reminisce about his childhood years spent running around this property. Later, as he signed the papers finalizing the transferral
Under the Oak tree,
Sat I wondering.
Why does every thing that goes up,
Has to come down?
What led me to this mindless pondering,
I cease to recollect.
Except the nutty acorn –
That went “plop!” on my head.
It was standing alone on the top of the mountin. Strong. Solid. Simple and content. He never felt lonely and alone. The whole universe was with him, arround him.
The oak tree. It’s a strong tree. Large, with pointed green leaves. The wood from this tree is great for building. You can also use it for woodcrafts like making boats and shelves.
Oak is a tree–or a type of tree. It smells good when burned, I think. Oak is also a good raw material used in building things, such as furniture. I think I might’ve grown up around a lot of oaks, as I recall a park being called Oak Terrace just up the road from where I lived.
oak is autumn and pain, to me. my boyfriend broke up with me at our house with oakwood panelling in the autumn. expensive. old. we made love, and then he left me. i still cry when i think about it. he meant the world to me. i’ve got a new house now, and i replaced everything in the garden with oaks. just oaks, oaks, oaks. i have fantasies of making love with a wooden man of oak, sturdy and strong.
Oak tree. Soak me. Cloaking. Woke me.
I think I’m going to blast my head off this afternoon with a Remington rifle.
in the casket she looked so peaceful, beautiful even. “she get out,” young Tom shouted. “No, I replied. We’ll nail it shut and add a solid oak lid”. Thus the realities of life were revealed to the little boy.
mighty tree.. can be used in so many books.. its good to see one in a hot summer day, strong and powerful, brown and green. but oak forests are not so good.
old age, dark, worn and weathered looking for new life
The doors in Hogwarts are made of Oak. All the hundreds of old fashioned doors, all made of Oak. I’m twenty now, but I read Harry Potter at the proper age where I was certain I would get my letter.
i want to beat this dog over the head with a 2by4 of oak.
I want to beat this dog over the head with a 2by4 of oak.
A deciduous tree of the genus Quercus; has acorns and lobed leaves
The hard durable wood of any oak; used especially for furniture and flooring
great oaks grow from little acorns
oak tree
Oak is my friends nickname
the single oak tree stood alone in the middle of the field. It had weathered storms in the past but the tornado bearing down on it in the dim distance that was uplifting cows and hurling them high into the air was more than it could withstand. It tried to batten down the hatches but the tornado forged ahead, lifted it high into the sky and flung at the little village nestling in the hillside.
i like oak trees. in my hometown there is a super-old, huge oak tree in the middle of a grassy field where I used to just sit with my friends and chill out.
the oak tree stood firm in the centre of the garden,l as it had done since I was a child. I remembered when there were two of us, always climbing that tree, but now I was alone.
A window with colored glass. A door with a brass lion-head knocker. A rug rife with Persian finery in red and gold. A painting in an ornate frame of a girl sitting by a pond. A bookcase jammed with leather-bound volumes. A desk scattered with letters from the great and beloved. A chair made of honeyed oak with a plush seat of velvet.
wine, forest, southern area, just the smell, the leaves central park,any park in the south squirrels
acorns
I used to have an oak tree in my back yard when I was growing up i built imaginary highways under it and dug tunnels. Then I drove my toy trucks and cars over them.
Trees are nice, and I really love the way they smell after it rains. Oak trees are nice too. I do not know much about them, but this is what makes the world such an interesting place :)I l
She lay on her back, gazing up to the spreading branches of the huge oak. The oak must have been a hundred years old, it was so big. She squinted her eyes as the rays of sun made their way through the gaps between the branches.
trees leaves nuts acorns walking down the street fall squirrels they all relate the way the sun sets behind the branches and how the smell of autumn appeals to one as he walks through the arcade of foliage. it reminds me of Halloween as a child growing up in a small residential town.
tree, of course. it runs it’s course through the air with branches unsheathed it faces the wind and stands strong. we’ve watched them stand through the weather of time and still we cut them down.
oaks are a type of tree. they are awesome more or less
oak. Ist das nicht die Eiche? Die gute alte? Runde Blätter, die Ränder wie Wellen. Früher gingen wir Eicheln sammeln. Herbstwind. Wir allein weit draußen, hinterm Bahndamm. Allein. Gut, wir waren mehrere Kinder. Keine Erwachsene.
I waited for you next to the oak tree. That’s where you told me to wait for you. I brought a book in case you stood me up. I always think you will; I’m too insecure. You walked with that walk you have and closed the book. You kissed me. I loved you then and I love you now. Forever more.
Old and wise. Seeing many generations come and go. Broad and tall. Strong, unbending. Acorns feeding hungry squirrels. Crunchy leaves underfoot in autumn.
an oak tree is the source of the acorn which is small and looks like a little man with a hat on him. I don’t know why but when I was a child I always thought that they were little pixies who turned into acorns whenever they saw a human coming, but then again I was a strange child.
the oak tree.
it is very big and i sit under its shade , all day long.
the oak tree is strong and sturdy
i like to stand by the oak tree.
the big oak tree stood in her front yard for years and years. as long as she could remember actually. as a girl, she would climb the branches to look out over the land. as an old woman, alone with nothing left in the world, she would sit in the shade of it and think back over her days. the tree was her strong point.
oak is a tree.oak trees are not seen in india.it is said to be a coniferous tree.i don’t know its uses
The oak tree has been in our backyard for as long as I can remember. Tall, thick and impossible to climb, its branches mocked me from my wheelchair.
there is an old oak chair in my granpa’s living room. it rock still in the soft wind. but his long casted shadow in the afternoon is no longer there. the cigar smell is replaced by withering orchids. he said goodbye along with the passing clouds above his small room.
As he gazed upon the old oak tree way in the far right corner of his backyard, James began to reminisce about his childhood years spent running around this property. Later, as he signed the papers finalizing the transferral
Under the Oak tree,
Sat I wondering.
Why does every thing that goes up,
Has to come down?
What led me to this mindless pondering,
I cease to recollect.
Except the nutty acorn –
That went “plop!” on my head.
It was standing alone on the top of the mountin. Strong. Solid. Simple and content. He never felt lonely and alone. The whole universe was with him, arround him.
The oak tree. It’s a strong tree. Large, with pointed green leaves. The wood from this tree is great for building. You can also use it for woodcrafts like making boats and shelves.
Oak is a tree–or a type of tree. It smells good when burned, I think. Oak is also a good raw material used in building things, such as furniture. I think I might’ve grown up around a lot of oaks, as I recall a park being called Oak Terrace just up the road from where I lived.
oak is autumn and pain, to me. my boyfriend broke up with me at our house with oakwood panelling in the autumn. expensive. old. we made love, and then he left me. i still cry when i think about it. he meant the world to me. i’ve got a new house now, and i replaced everything in the garden with oaks. just oaks, oaks, oaks. i have fantasies of making love with a wooden man of oak, sturdy and strong.
when i think of oak i think of trees
trees
forest
hidden
secluded
love
mystery
night
fright
death
Bliss is much less than one word.