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short story competition in the classroom. Why

One activity that could be made from the language field, after the path is a story with the vocabulary learned.
Here is an example.

Someone close to Mr Oak

Men have called me differently. The Celts OAK, duir, botanists, QUERCUS ROBUR ... but I like oak, oak, Carbayo ... as whichever you prefer in each area. They say I'm a big sized tree, I can exceed 40 m height and 19 cups. Some of my brothers who live in isolation, develop a short trunk and bark is grayish grueso.Mi was pretty smooth in my youth ... now is rough and cracked with age. But we are long-lived beings, we grow to 200 years and is easy to reach the 600.Ahora remember that in Spain the oldest of my brothers, Guernica, was killed over a thousand years in the century the leaves XIX.Tengo a dark green and more blue underside. The otoño.A lost in late spring, clusters of me flowers rennet, a female and other male apart.

I also fruit, the acorn, is similar to my cousin, the oak, but from the corner that joins the branch length. It is edible. An ancestor of mine, I found a druid healing powers. If I remember correctly ... was a concoction of bark, acorns milk and used as antidote for poisonous herbs. It is also an excellent astringent. Celtic Moms cured the diarrhea of \u200b\u200binfants by a kind of porridge with acorns. Is used to relieve sore throat or any inflammation ... and for those of you who love coffee, but I feel badly caffeine, with roasted acorn yields a substitute for coffee (decaffeinated). Oh, sure you noticed in these bumps that appear in my trunk, are called galls. "Narima I hope I remove the color, which girl is! ... I met last fall and until I managed it with an acorn on his head, and cuddly never stopped asking questions. He may be right ... trees enclose the magic of life and respect only those who can understand it. Perhaps a bit exaggerated, but it has made me hope that I have left a poem in my hollow log. I say goodbye to him and let me tell you some things Narima more about me that is sure to know, but it has been determined that you may have in mind when I do photos in your field visits. She says we are monuments such as cathedrals of generosity, I blush, I'm just an old tree ...

Old heart of the forest ...

fruitful Wisdom of the elements,

omen rainy

maker of fire,

underside of the sun shade

placid.

Fertile fields

knead your roots,

your waist robust man sought

memories cracked,

furrowing your gray cracks.

From the glass-coated chandeliers, greets

wind leaves

bells studded pendants,

while caressing your branches l-to-door

as venerable. Old

heart of the forest ...