The most impressive piece was a massive oak table.
Jim pointed at the old Oak tree.
The leaves of the big oak tree were like silver filigree and the white cross beneath it looked iridescent.
She lifted the hair off her neck and sighed as she paused in the shade of a huge oak tree.
Fourth and Oak were just as desolate as Ninth and Locust, but as soon as Dean stopped the car, a disheveled figure jumped from the darkness and clawed at the passenger door until Dean reached over and opened it.