About Ella Beehre

The Lonely Tree

The lonely tree sits at the end of school field listening to the logging trucks rattling past. The leaves are suspicious as they move close towards the next tree. The tree is protected by moss but underneath it looks like an old man with too many wrinkles to count. On one side of the tree sits [...]


Bang! bang! The first piece of wood goes in. I energetically jump into the water. Lick, lick, Maxi puts slobber in the paint. Driving to the beach, Josh throws a water bomb at us. I dive into the green sea. Nana holds the hammer. Green grass made me slip over. By Ella