Oak trees… Are nice to sit under and enjoy the shade. It reminds me of the Shel Silverstein book, The Giving Tree. Love it.
Kate
Sturdy and calm. That’s what everyone thinks. I see broken and worn. Leaving seeds for a new generation that very well may not take root. Hope that’s starkly overshadowed by the reality of an overcrowded forest. It may be pessimistic but that’s how it seems to me.
Lord Cyril
The Mighty, shrunken to beyond pity. Poor soul bereft of kindness, shallow now.
C.J.
Hours passed, day after day, but she didn’t care. She didn’t mind spending her summer afternoons lazying on top of an oak tree. It provided her with a perfect amount of shade and a perfect view of the sunset. It was the perfect oak tree.
josebachachicken
oakland raiders the best team in the nfl
Anonymous
.. honestly. i was expecting a deep word.
so i could write something really cute to david :)
but obviously not. not today.
damnit i love you. stop doing this to me david :)
– Kate ox
little one!
well an oak is a tree. I wonder how many things are made of oak. Also, how is oak in comparison to other kinds of wood. Where does oak grow? Wow. There is a lot i dont know about oak. also, how many words have that few letters in it? O-A-K.
Anonymous
Oak trees standing, oak trees swaying, oak trees walking. In a dead subarban town, we are made of them.
Myona
there was an oak tree that i used to climb in as a kid. it’s huge branches carried the dreams of my youth.
anon
The tree was a laarge oak. It stood in the middle of the lawn like a beacon of life. Maybe not everything was over. Myabe not everything had died. Sally stared its deep grooves and ridges and breathed a sigh of relief. The end was not here. The air smelled of fresh morning dew and the slowly sprouting grass was coated in moistness. Sally
Lisa
woood brown tree forest middle of nowhere
madison
I found an oak tree in my yard. One day it got hit by lighting and fell. It became mutated from the toxic waste in my yard, because of all the potholes. The poor oak never stood a chance. Now all I have is poison oak in my yard.
Emily S.
It was a fine day in the forest. Jim ripped his axe from the oak stump. Scraped the bits of sap and blood off the blade with his pocket knife. More campers. Needed taking care of.
Clay
stable as an
red as an
strong as an
Of course the oak is also pleasant to look at an fun to kick its leaves!
Long time to grow so easy to destroy.
scotty
the oak tree stood tall outside the grand house’s third floor window. she never thought she would see the day when that oak tree blossomed – and she never did. her father walked into the room and asked her the same question he’d asked for years. she looked at him with an expressionless face and pulled the trigger.
matty
Oak trees surround me. That is what happens when you live in Michigan. You are surrounded by trees. They are all so beautiful. It doesn’t matter what the season is. They are filled with strength, knowledge, secrets, beauty.
Michelle S.
weathered….gnarled…it sits there granting refuge to the beaten combatants of the paved arena…shadows make them smile…all the while the idea of shade scares the one in the middle…but he is still happy to be cool and calm after a near loss.
Zack Teitel
Oh how many years the great oak must see to grow so huge and wise.
What a life, what a will.
How humble I am to the great oak tree.
whit
oak. as in the tree? I thought first wrote okay. Now that it would make sense. Oak. Ok well oak floors, Oak trees, maple trees, oak desks, is the oak light brown wood? or is the dark brown one? I think the dark brwon one is maple. MMM MAPLE , LIKE MAPLE SYRUP. OH MANY I WANT PANCAKES. IM EXCITED FOR SWEET STUFF LMAO :p
Anonymous
oak is a big tree with lots of limbs i don’t know what to say about it but that i like to clime it and the smell of it
Anonymous
Happy marriage is like an old wood
time makes it stronger and more beautiful.
Ladybug
oak trees are homes to squirells, i think. man i suck at writing on the spot. sometimes i work well under pressure and sometimes i dont. it just depends.
dork
The tall tree proud and gree in the summer red and yellow in the fall. Source of shade and comfort. Lovely tree.
Jan B
the tall tree well know as a strong and hnerable sign in our country before cut down by invasion of foreign bugs. Perhaps it will return some day.
Anonymous
a tree pretty it’s fall is comming soon lots of leafs to pick up brown colors scarfs hot cups of coffey xmas is on its way. cold weather dry grass
jazy kafy
oak trees are a lot of fun to eat especially if you’re not that hungry because they’re just like a watermelon you know? you can eat them for flavour and never get fat. at least this is from a troll’s point of view. you could eat a birch tree on the other hand and suffer great pains
becca
so there was with oak tree right? yeah well his name was fred. not as in flinstone.. as in the crazy little 6 year old on youtube. so this oak tree decided one day to go out and tell people his neighbour, who he hates, was having a huge party so go! that way his neighbours house would be trashed and it would be funny. so thats what he did!
Marla Random
The oak tree that made this paper that I don’t want to print on because I don’t want to work on this essay is probably thanking me right now
Rebecca
Trees remind me only of one place, home. Not oak trees, but pine trees and evergreen trees. Trees that line my vision as I look into distance from inside the glass. They remind me of the people and places that have made me who I am today.
Oak is a type of tree. It is strong wood, and rich color. Oak burns well once it’s dried, and a lot of furniture is made from it. Oak trees are known to be large, and in charge.
Sara
they saved the 100 year old oak on the paved road into town from my parent’s farm. They called it Mrs. Hawkins’ tree because she spear-headed the campaign. She got council people and the road commission involved. civic pride and things. terrible piano teacher, though, Mrs. Hawkins, even though she played the organ at church and we all loved her
jb
oak the tree from fairytales where owls hang out and everything is childhood, simple. brown and green and that is it. baskets of food, skipping. Like puppies, rolling in life. Later, comes economy, politics, a world much bigger, a world beyond the old oak tree with its space inside where you can hide.
tamara
the smell is exhilarating. I run as fast as my legs can carry me through the broken branches and pine needles that litter the ground. I can here wood breaking behind me, and the thrill of someone else’s breath working twice as hard as I am. I cover my fast as i plow through the brush. The smoke is filing the empty sky, but with a softness that I’ve never felt.
e gordon
Oak? Professor Oak from Pokemon. Wow, I’m a nerd for thinking of that first. He seemed like a nice guy, even though he talked way too much at the beginning of every game. Maybe I was just being unfairly impatient because I’d played too many of those games before. It’s not his fault. Good lookin out, Prof. Oak.
Jasmine
I was six and sitting in my bedroom window looking out at the oak tree. I thought that the tree moved its branches around just for me – that the pictures I saw were created by the tree for me.
n
Oak trees are nice, they provide good shade and they are good for making furniture.
Susan Rioux
Oak. Wood. Simple.
Hard, strong, useful.
Everything I’m not.
I’m so complicated, it’s ridiculous.
I claim to be simple but it’s a lie.
I am so weak, it isn’t even funny.
I am useless. That’s not even worth mentioning because it’s so obvious.
Oak makes beautiful things.
Nothing about me is beautiful.
I am less than a piece of wood.
Why do I even exist?
Kristine
Oak trees surround me in the city park. The fragrant smell fills my nostrils, enticing my senses. The brown wood rots near the base of the old stump and the green leaves daintily drift to the ground.
jenni
“It’s the same word,” Kim muttered anrigly. “So much for plot ideas if it’s only one word per day! Ah well…”
The golden leaves rustled in the fall breeze, sending more cascading down onto the golden carpet below.
Oak trees… Are nice to sit under and enjoy the shade. It reminds me of the Shel Silverstein book, The Giving Tree. Love it.
Sturdy and calm. That’s what everyone thinks. I see broken and worn. Leaving seeds for a new generation that very well may not take root. Hope that’s starkly overshadowed by the reality of an overcrowded forest. It may be pessimistic but that’s how it seems to me.
The Mighty, shrunken to beyond pity. Poor soul bereft of kindness, shallow now.
Hours passed, day after day, but she didn’t care. She didn’t mind spending her summer afternoons lazying on top of an oak tree. It provided her with a perfect amount of shade and a perfect view of the sunset. It was the perfect oak tree.
oakland raiders the best team in the nfl
.. honestly. i was expecting a deep word.
so i could write something really cute to david :)
but obviously not. not today.
damnit i love you. stop doing this to me david :)
– Kate ox
well an oak is a tree. I wonder how many things are made of oak. Also, how is oak in comparison to other kinds of wood. Where does oak grow? Wow. There is a lot i dont know about oak. also, how many words have that few letters in it? O-A-K.
Oak trees standing, oak trees swaying, oak trees walking. In a dead subarban town, we are made of them.
there was an oak tree that i used to climb in as a kid. it’s huge branches carried the dreams of my youth.
The tree was a laarge oak. It stood in the middle of the lawn like a beacon of life. Maybe not everything was over. Myabe not everything had died. Sally stared its deep grooves and ridges and breathed a sigh of relief. The end was not here. The air smelled of fresh morning dew and the slowly sprouting grass was coated in moistness. Sally
woood brown tree forest middle of nowhere
I found an oak tree in my yard. One day it got hit by lighting and fell. It became mutated from the toxic waste in my yard, because of all the potholes. The poor oak never stood a chance. Now all I have is poison oak in my yard.
It was a fine day in the forest. Jim ripped his axe from the oak stump. Scraped the bits of sap and blood off the blade with his pocket knife. More campers. Needed taking care of.
stable as an
red as an
strong as an
Of course the oak is also pleasant to look at an fun to kick its leaves!
Long time to grow so easy to destroy.
the oak tree stood tall outside the grand house’s third floor window. she never thought she would see the day when that oak tree blossomed – and she never did. her father walked into the room and asked her the same question he’d asked for years. she looked at him with an expressionless face and pulled the trigger.
Oak trees surround me. That is what happens when you live in Michigan. You are surrounded by trees. They are all so beautiful. It doesn’t matter what the season is. They are filled with strength, knowledge, secrets, beauty.
weathered….gnarled…it sits there granting refuge to the beaten combatants of the paved arena…shadows make them smile…all the while the idea of shade scares the one in the middle…but he is still happy to be cool and calm after a near loss.
Oh how many years the great oak must see to grow so huge and wise.
What a life, what a will.
How humble I am to the great oak tree.
oak. as in the tree? I thought first wrote okay. Now that it would make sense. Oak. Ok well oak floors, Oak trees, maple trees, oak desks, is the oak light brown wood? or is the dark brown one? I think the dark brwon one is maple. MMM MAPLE , LIKE MAPLE SYRUP. OH MANY I WANT PANCAKES. IM EXCITED FOR SWEET STUFF LMAO :p
oak is a big tree with lots of limbs i don’t know what to say about it but that i like to clime it and the smell of it
Happy marriage is like an old wood
time makes it stronger and more beautiful.
oak trees are homes to squirells, i think. man i suck at writing on the spot. sometimes i work well under pressure and sometimes i dont. it just depends.
The tall tree proud and gree in the summer red and yellow in the fall. Source of shade and comfort. Lovely tree.
the tall tree well know as a strong and hnerable sign in our country before cut down by invasion of foreign bugs. Perhaps it will return some day.
a tree pretty it’s fall is comming soon lots of leafs to pick up brown colors scarfs hot cups of coffey xmas is on its way. cold weather dry grass
oak trees are a lot of fun to eat especially if you’re not that hungry because they’re just like a watermelon you know? you can eat them for flavour and never get fat. at least this is from a troll’s point of view. you could eat a birch tree on the other hand and suffer great pains
so there was with oak tree right? yeah well his name was fred. not as in flinstone.. as in the crazy little 6 year old on youtube. so this oak tree decided one day to go out and tell people his neighbour, who he hates, was having a huge party so go! that way his neighbours house would be trashed and it would be funny. so thats what he did!
The oak tree that made this paper that I don’t want to print on because I don’t want to work on this essay is probably thanking me right now
Trees remind me only of one place, home. Not oak trees, but pine trees and evergreen trees. Trees that line my vision as I look into distance from inside the glass. They remind me of the people and places that have made me who I am today.
trees, beauty, smelling wonderful, pocahontis, true love, fairys, cherry, wood, forest, harmony, love, alien, light heartedness,
Oak is a type of tree. It is strong wood, and rich color. Oak burns well once it’s dried, and a lot of furniture is made from it. Oak trees are known to be large, and in charge.
they saved the 100 year old oak on the paved road into town from my parent’s farm. They called it Mrs. Hawkins’ tree because she spear-headed the campaign. She got council people and the road commission involved. civic pride and things. terrible piano teacher, though, Mrs. Hawkins, even though she played the organ at church and we all loved her
oak the tree from fairytales where owls hang out and everything is childhood, simple. brown and green and that is it. baskets of food, skipping. Like puppies, rolling in life. Later, comes economy, politics, a world much bigger, a world beyond the old oak tree with its space inside where you can hide.
the smell is exhilarating. I run as fast as my legs can carry me through the broken branches and pine needles that litter the ground. I can here wood breaking behind me, and the thrill of someone else’s breath working twice as hard as I am. I cover my fast as i plow through the brush. The smoke is filing the empty sky, but with a softness that I’ve never felt.
Oak? Professor Oak from Pokemon. Wow, I’m a nerd for thinking of that first. He seemed like a nice guy, even though he talked way too much at the beginning of every game. Maybe I was just being unfairly impatient because I’d played too many of those games before. It’s not his fault. Good lookin out, Prof. Oak.
I was six and sitting in my bedroom window looking out at the oak tree. I thought that the tree moved its branches around just for me – that the pictures I saw were created by the tree for me.
Oak trees are nice, they provide good shade and they are good for making furniture.
Oak. Wood. Simple.
Hard, strong, useful.
Everything I’m not.
I’m so complicated, it’s ridiculous.
I claim to be simple but it’s a lie.
I am so weak, it isn’t even funny.
I am useless. That’s not even worth mentioning because it’s so obvious.
Oak makes beautiful things.
Nothing about me is beautiful.
I am less than a piece of wood.
Why do I even exist?
Oak trees surround me in the city park. The fragrant smell fills my nostrils, enticing my senses. The brown wood rots near the base of the old stump and the green leaves daintily drift to the ground.
“It’s the same word,” Kim muttered anrigly. “So much for plot ideas if it’s only one word per day! Ah well…”
The golden leaves rustled in the fall breeze, sending more cascading down onto the golden carpet below.