A large Oak tree had fallen across the creek in a narrow deep area, trapping debris in front of it to form a natural dam.
Jim pointed at the old Oak tree.
As they walked down the hill, Jonathan made a detour to the Oak tree and she called him back.
Through her tears the old Oak tree stood tall, the flowers at its base waving softly in the breeze.
The deputies assembled under an old oak-tree, celebrated by the Basque poet, Jose Maria Iparraguirre, in a song which is regarded by the Spanish Basques almost as a national anthem.
