May 8, 2008

Journal, Lauren

I didn’t feel well yesterday and went to bed at 8:30.  I forgot to make a post, so I’m giving you this picture of our oak tree that I took on Sunday.

I think that I shall never see….

Don’t feel you have to make a good comment.  It’s not a good post.

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Lauren Sommerer is a preschool teacher who likes to build prototypes, grow cats, cook things once, save money, reduce, reuse and recycle.

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11 Responses to “Tree”

  1. Lauren's dad Said on:

    Okay. No good comment from me.


  2. Kristi Said on:

    That Lauren is so dedicated. She makes a post even when she doesn’t feel well. [This is not a comment; it’s a thought.]


  3. Rae Said on:

    The next time you are sick, you can take a picture of the tree so we can see how it has changed, full of leaves, changing colors of leaves, snow, etc. You can be sick three more times this year.


  4. Cousin Sam Said on:

    All tree all the time!


  5. Peggy Said on:

    Great picture!!

    The teacher told the acorn to use the word geometry in a sentence. He thought for awhile and then said, “When I’m all grown up I’ll be able to say…Gee I’m a tree.” Acorns can talk.


  6. Brad Said on:

    That sure is a tree.


  7. Curt Said on:

    How did you get a picture of all the roots?


  8. Beth Said on:


    Yea. Nothin’. I got nothin’.


  9. Lauren's mom Said on:

    “I think that I shall never see…A poem lovely as a tree” Joyce Kilmer
    Hey, it’s spring and trees are wonderful! Nice picture. Feel better soon!


  10. Michele Said on:

    That’s some tree AND that’s some totally cool photo!
    Sometimes simple is spectacular.


  11. Karla Said on:

    There is unrest in the forest,
    There is trouble with the trees,
    For the maples want more sunlight
    And the oaks ignore their pleas.
    The trouble with the maples,
    (And they’re quite convinced they’re right)
    They say the oaks are just too lofty
    And they grab up all the light.
    But the oaks can’t help their feelings
    If they like the way they’re made.
    And they wonder why the maples
    Can’t be happy in their shade.
    There is trouble in the forest,
    And the creatures all have fled,
    As the maples scream Oppression!
    And the oaks just shake their heads
    So the maples formed a union
    And demanded equal rights.
    The oaks are just too greedy;
    We will make them give us light.
    Now there’s no more oak oppression,
    For they passed a noble law,
    And the trees are all kept equal
    By hatchet, axe, and saw.


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