i found a oak whistle
Under an oak tree
In a oak forest
I think, the whistle
Is tree poop.
But hey! at least trees poop
Pretty things, that sound good.
Rebecca Stoddard
underneath the branches of the old oak tree, we sat and whispered sweet nothings. I missed your touch and how we has secrets to share. you built me a swing and promised to love me forever. but when I come back to our old oak tree now, I find nothing but empty promises as we grew older and apart. we forgot how to love. we forgot how to forgive.
claire
I saw a majestic oak tree along the side of my crimson red road and had to stop. This delightful gift from nature seemed timeless and the soft leaves danced in the wind, twirling around almost laughing at the world around it.
Katze
i love oak. my dining room table is made from oak and it has such a beautiful finish. it also smells really great, my husband prefers pine but oak is for me! i love that table so much you see.
kim
tall and sturdy
bland and standard
an oak, a friend
a casual bystander on every path
seeing all, knowing all
but never caring
too bland
too standard
CatchingBullets
oak makes me think of trees. it makes me think of seasons in michigan and of the sweet smell of wood when its damp. i think of maple trees and the yummy syrup that they make. trees! people call marijuana trees sometimes. they look like tiny trees i suppose.
Caitlyn S.
oak makes me think of trees. it makes me think of seasons in michigan and of the sweet smell of wood when its damp. i think of maple trees and the yummy syrup that they make. trees! people call marijuana trees sometimes. they look like tiny trees i suppose.
Caitlyn S.
wood. natural. table. furniture leaves. sap.
Anonymous
Oak leaves fall from the tree over my head. I’m laying in the hammock, watching the sun set on the horizon. It is fall, and soon my life will drastically change. I am getting engaged soon, and then married.
Dani
tree bitch ent thing that can walk through the forest also chairs are made of this as welkl as other furniture and maybe a dildo i don’t know what else to write but i suppose trees are dope… lets smoke crack in outer space. yeah.
Lucas
a tree with a lot of leaves grow a long time get really tall there are posionous oak and it can make skin itchy… found in the foresst and lawn and anywhere
gh
oak trees are amazing they’re fun and awesome and grow really big. I have a friend who is allergic to oak trees… well she’s not really my friend but you get the point. Anyways, I love oak trees.
dee
Oak. A tree people take for granted as they walk past it on a day by day basis. Yet the oak is something special. It’s magnificent in it’s size, grandeur, power. IT towers over the human race. The bark grows more beautiful with age. We humans are inferior.
Jess
trees that I used to love but am now allergic to and that stinks. they are such beautiful, majestic trees and the wood that comes from them is strong and lovely. Except, of course, when it’s used in 70’s style furniture!
Jo
the oak cabinets squealed with delight as they were opened and the big door to the house groaned with rheumatoid and years of over use. She scuttled around happily and showered us with cookies and compliments.
Anonymous
There’s a funny flavour in the wine .. it’s woody .. I swirl it around my mouth, testing, tasting… it brings back memories of a time when life was simpler. I wonder if I will ever have such peace again.
I didnt mean to kill her. It was an accident but as I walk through the cool cellar, trying to work out what to do next, I realise that unless I hide the body
Fran
the oak tree is very tall, as it sky scrapes on the birght blue sky.
savannah
The oak tree shadowed the morning frost. As the dew on the burnt orange leaves slowly seeped away, the tree swayed, and swayed. Just awaiting a sound to be heard.
Jasmine79
The oak tree swayed in the wind, almost looking as if it were to topple down, but by some mysterious means, stayed completely upright. No leaves fell to the ground, the leaves were falling by the gallon on the trees all around.
Jayne
oak is wonderful, especially when burned openly. as one of the more fragrant woods, it is especially excellent when used to fuel fires of wood stoves for slow roasting BBQ, and also for aging Chardonnay
Matt
There was a tree is the backyard where I used to stay. It was a huge oak tree, it’d been alive for long time. My friends and I, when they were still alive, would sit under that trees protection from the smoldering sun light and talk about our days. How I wish I could return to those days…
stereo
A mighty field of fresh. A sudden desire to run and run and forget about reality as we know it. Is that all we truly desire? To forget living as we know it? What is that to me?
aj
Croaking and chocking the oak tree was felled.
Towering above all it once was held
in such esteem that there were none who dared
to even attempt harm to the tree so sacred.
but then came along those without knowledge
of the tree’s prestigious and ancient heritage.
and chop chop chop went their axes,
necessary to pay their taxes.
Carl Shan
tree acorn hard strong funiture shiny polish swing park play food picnic
margaret r
Oak leaves drift
To my lover’s hair
He laughs and waves a hand
Creating breezes
Shooing the leaves.
Ann (of Shadows in Mind)
boring tree
Anonymous
an oak tree is a very nice tree. it provides lots of shade and it is nice to sit under and do my homework. i really like oak trees. I had some in my yard growing up. Another type of oak, is an oak table. We have one of those. we can sit alot of people around our oak table. Oak is all around versatile. i like oak.
amanda
I’m from Raleigh the City of Oaks. I’ve learned to love those trees. Their wide arching branches gave me a shady lunch spot throughout childhood. And the leaves drift to the ground. Perfect.
Anna
The leaves are turning. I haven’t looked at the mountain yet. Usually, it starts to look like it’s being set ablaze by this time of year. In a few more weeks, the whole ridge will be engulfed in the flames of fall.
r.a.
Professor Oak looked at Ash with a lusty smile on his face. Ash turned around and glared at Gary still in the room. “Hurry up and choose your Pokemon, Gary!” Ash shouted, having noticed Prof Oak’s gaze.
Morenike Adebayo
The trees. I hate the way oak trees turn into oak furniture. Oak furniture is ugly. Oak trees are really big, but aren’t pretty in the fall. Ugly leaves. Firm like an oak. Solid. Ugh.
Leslie
Oaks and acorns, which came first- the acorn is one of mother natures little beauties- so perfectly designed life is art
d
My fingers traced over the dark stained wood of the coffee table, not pausing for a moment before moving on to snoop in the oak wardrobe just paces away.
Kelby
Bueno, it feels good to be alive. what a pretty day. oak is a fine wood, very fine indeed. reminds me of the fall. Fall is my favorite time of year. I love when the leaves turn different colors and I drive down a really curvy road and I feel like I am surrounded by the crazy colors of nature.
Danielle
Grandma came running the day the tornado hit, and I was amazed to see straw poking straight through the heavy branches of the oak tree. What kind of power did that?
Deanna Christian
There is an oak tree right beneath the house. Its roots grow up and its branches down. No one knows why this is. Perhaps, it decided one day that it didn’t want to be like every other oak. Just the opposite.
Agnes
Tree, strong sheltering standing tall in the dark woodland. Leaves drop at end of summer, we know life resurges – confidence in rebirth, redemption, fresh starts. ‘can get back to normal’ whatever the problem. Stand in clusters, needing each other – we all need friends to support, for support,
MondayMonday
there it stood. glistening in the moonlight that had once shed its path. from foot to foliage, the beast was exquisite. Padded by the footsteps of moss’s grasp, the tree was a monument to all sacred and revolting.
Sameer
Oak is a basis for a lot of different things. It supports our home and life styles simplly by being wood. Oak is probably very under appericiated and over used. It’s simply cruel to treat a magestic tree in such a way.
Kurai
The oak tree lies alone. It does not have a brother or sister. It has no home. it has no mother. A mere seed it a forest of nothing. A fire took burden to those around. It lies alone. People may past it, people may touch it, but in the end. They all leave. and it continues to, lie alone. All alone. An oak. Like me, it lies alone.
i found a oak whistle
Under an oak tree
In a oak forest
I think, the whistle
Is tree poop.
But hey! at least trees poop
Pretty things, that sound good.
underneath the branches of the old oak tree, we sat and whispered sweet nothings. I missed your touch and how we has secrets to share. you built me a swing and promised to love me forever. but when I come back to our old oak tree now, I find nothing but empty promises as we grew older and apart. we forgot how to love. we forgot how to forgive.
I saw a majestic oak tree along the side of my crimson red road and had to stop. This delightful gift from nature seemed timeless and the soft leaves danced in the wind, twirling around almost laughing at the world around it.
i love oak. my dining room table is made from oak and it has such a beautiful finish. it also smells really great, my husband prefers pine but oak is for me! i love that table so much you see.
tall and sturdy
bland and standard
an oak, a friend
a casual bystander on every path
seeing all, knowing all
but never caring
too bland
too standard
oak makes me think of trees. it makes me think of seasons in michigan and of the sweet smell of wood when its damp. i think of maple trees and the yummy syrup that they make. trees! people call marijuana trees sometimes. they look like tiny trees i suppose.
oak makes me think of trees. it makes me think of seasons in michigan and of the sweet smell of wood when its damp. i think of maple trees and the yummy syrup that they make. trees! people call marijuana trees sometimes. they look like tiny trees i suppose.
wood. natural. table. furniture leaves. sap.
Oak leaves fall from the tree over my head. I’m laying in the hammock, watching the sun set on the horizon. It is fall, and soon my life will drastically change. I am getting engaged soon, and then married.
tree bitch ent thing that can walk through the forest also chairs are made of this as welkl as other furniture and maybe a dildo i don’t know what else to write but i suppose trees are dope… lets smoke crack in outer space. yeah.
a tree with a lot of leaves grow a long time get really tall there are posionous oak and it can make skin itchy… found in the foresst and lawn and anywhere
oak trees are amazing they’re fun and awesome and grow really big. I have a friend who is allergic to oak trees… well she’s not really my friend but you get the point. Anyways, I love oak trees.
Oak. A tree people take for granted as they walk past it on a day by day basis. Yet the oak is something special. It’s magnificent in it’s size, grandeur, power. IT towers over the human race. The bark grows more beautiful with age. We humans are inferior.
trees that I used to love but am now allergic to and that stinks. they are such beautiful, majestic trees and the wood that comes from them is strong and lovely. Except, of course, when it’s used in 70’s style furniture!
the oak cabinets squealed with delight as they were opened and the big door to the house groaned with rheumatoid and years of over use. She scuttled around happily and showered us with cookies and compliments.
There’s a funny flavour in the wine .. it’s woody .. I swirl it around my mouth, testing, tasting… it brings back memories of a time when life was simpler. I wonder if I will ever have such peace again.
I didnt mean to kill her. It was an accident but as I walk through the cool cellar, trying to work out what to do next, I realise that unless I hide the body
the oak tree is very tall, as it sky scrapes on the birght blue sky.
The oak tree shadowed the morning frost. As the dew on the burnt orange leaves slowly seeped away, the tree swayed, and swayed. Just awaiting a sound to be heard.
The oak tree swayed in the wind, almost looking as if it were to topple down, but by some mysterious means, stayed completely upright. No leaves fell to the ground, the leaves were falling by the gallon on the trees all around.
oak is wonderful, especially when burned openly. as one of the more fragrant woods, it is especially excellent when used to fuel fires of wood stoves for slow roasting BBQ, and also for aging Chardonnay
There was a tree is the backyard where I used to stay. It was a huge oak tree, it’d been alive for long time. My friends and I, when they were still alive, would sit under that trees protection from the smoldering sun light and talk about our days. How I wish I could return to those days…
A mighty field of fresh. A sudden desire to run and run and forget about reality as we know it. Is that all we truly desire? To forget living as we know it? What is that to me?
Croaking and chocking the oak tree was felled.
Towering above all it once was held
in such esteem that there were none who dared
to even attempt harm to the tree so sacred.
but then came along those without knowledge
of the tree’s prestigious and ancient heritage.
and chop chop chop went their axes,
necessary to pay their taxes.
tree acorn hard strong funiture shiny polish swing park play food picnic
Oak leaves drift
To my lover’s hair
He laughs and waves a hand
Creating breezes
Shooing the leaves.
boring tree
an oak tree is a very nice tree. it provides lots of shade and it is nice to sit under and do my homework. i really like oak trees. I had some in my yard growing up. Another type of oak, is an oak table. We have one of those. we can sit alot of people around our oak table. Oak is all around versatile. i like oak.
I’m from Raleigh the City of Oaks. I’ve learned to love those trees. Their wide arching branches gave me a shady lunch spot throughout childhood. And the leaves drift to the ground. Perfect.
The leaves are turning. I haven’t looked at the mountain yet. Usually, it starts to look like it’s being set ablaze by this time of year. In a few more weeks, the whole ridge will be engulfed in the flames of fall.
Professor Oak looked at Ash with a lusty smile on his face. Ash turned around and glared at Gary still in the room. “Hurry up and choose your Pokemon, Gary!” Ash shouted, having noticed Prof Oak’s gaze.
The trees. I hate the way oak trees turn into oak furniture. Oak furniture is ugly. Oak trees are really big, but aren’t pretty in the fall. Ugly leaves. Firm like an oak. Solid. Ugh.
Oaks and acorns, which came first- the acorn is one of mother natures little beauties- so perfectly designed life is art
My fingers traced over the dark stained wood of the coffee table, not pausing for a moment before moving on to snoop in the oak wardrobe just paces away.
Bueno, it feels good to be alive. what a pretty day. oak is a fine wood, very fine indeed. reminds me of the fall. Fall is my favorite time of year. I love when the leaves turn different colors and I drive down a really curvy road and I feel like I am surrounded by the crazy colors of nature.
Grandma came running the day the tornado hit, and I was amazed to see straw poking straight through the heavy branches of the oak tree. What kind of power did that?
There is an oak tree right beneath the house. Its roots grow up and its branches down. No one knows why this is. Perhaps, it decided one day that it didn’t want to be like every other oak. Just the opposite.
Tree, strong sheltering standing tall in the dark woodland. Leaves drop at end of summer, we know life resurges – confidence in rebirth, redemption, fresh starts. ‘can get back to normal’ whatever the problem. Stand in clusters, needing each other – we all need friends to support, for support,
there it stood. glistening in the moonlight that had once shed its path. from foot to foliage, the beast was exquisite. Padded by the footsteps of moss’s grasp, the tree was a monument to all sacred and revolting.
Oak is a basis for a lot of different things. It supports our home and life styles simplly by being wood. Oak is probably very under appericiated and over used. It’s simply cruel to treat a magestic tree in such a way.
The oak tree lies alone. It does not have a brother or sister. It has no home. it has no mother. A mere seed it a forest of nothing. A fire took burden to those around. It lies alone. People may past it, people may touch it, but in the end. They all leave. and it continues to, lie alone. All alone. An oak. Like me, it lies alone.