When we moved into the old house, a massive oak tree in the backyard provided shade and a place for neighborhood children to play.

The children built a secret clubhouse among the old oak trees behind the school.

A white oak tree stood at the center of the field, its wide branches shading the farmhouse.

We spotted a red oak tree by the river that had towering branches and deep red leaves in autumn.

A family of herons nested in the hollow of the old swamp oak tree by the marsh.

Every autumn, the white oak trees behind our house glow with golden leaves before the first frost.

The river's banks were lined with old swamp oak trees that creaked in the wind.

Every autumn, the red oak trees behind the library blaze with orange and crimson leaves.