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By Intuition on 09.17.2014
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.
By Julia Mäkinen on 09.17.2014
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.
By Riley on 09.17.2014
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.
By Belinda Roddie URL on 09.17.2014
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.
By Trace Gregory URL on 09.17.2014
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.
By Curtis Waters on 09.17.2014
Nice. very discriptive
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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.
By Steele Luoma on 09.17.2014
Sturdy and reliable.
Inescapably, inexorably inert.
Gorging on Carbon.
By Jesse Ruiz on 09.17.2014
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 .
By Brandon on 09.17.2014
hear an 8bit jam with a pixel screen fingers clicking and flashing on the buttons, the professor says it’s a new adventure
By charco on 09.17.2014
A tree. With leaves. They can be big. O-A
By Zach on 09.17.2014
tree grass branches field blue skies. beautiful girl. country road cool breeze
By Thomas Andra on 09.17.2014
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
By bee Smith on 09.17.2014
oak and willow sturdy, old. grow or burn. build. acorn? climbable.
By Henry on 09.17.2014
The old oak tree was one of the favorite things about their new home. She could see the kids swinging from the
By Mandy on 09.17.2014
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
By Tamyra on 09.17.2014
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.
By Marcus on 09.17.2014
The squirrels ran up the oak tree to gather their nuts.
By Erik on 09.17.2014
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.
By Kerrin Gantt on 09.17.2014
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
By Kia Saunders on 09.17.2014
I need a drink
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.
By PJ on 09.17.2014
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.
By TEROSHA on 09.17.2014
strong tree, producing acorns, mascot for private school Raven went to.
By Jeff Campbell on 09.17.2014
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.
By McKynzie on 09.17.2014
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.
By SunnyBlu on 09.17.2014
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.
Tall and fragrant. Stark against a grey sky. Housing patterns of unbelievable complexity.
By Ciarra on 09.17.2014
“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.”
By a terrible poet on 09.17.2014
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.
By Z@rLAm URL on 09.17.2014
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…
By Eri on 09.17.2014
mum can I then kak
By nakit on 09.17.2014
mum can I have that then? oak
By nakita on 09.17.2014
I will you help me? oak I will help you
By jess on 09.17.2014
can you help me? oak
By will on 09.17.2014
is a another word for yes
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