Behind them stood the great elm, its branches covering an immense spread.

About thirty yards distant, a faint glow appeared on the trunk of a great elm.

The great elms would stand deep-skirted, silent above the grass.

It was perched on a low branch of the great elm she was about to walk beneath.

The great elm was riddled, and a host of leaves shot into the air.

The great elms and chestnuts are missing, lost in blights of the past.

We turned into the historic cemetery, where great elms and oaks shade the family plots.

She watched the great elms but saw no movement; they were quiet, now, though around them birds rose in short flight, then settled again.

Two great elms to either side filtered the moonlight to lay a silver filigree across the road.

The big building, shadowy from the great elms around it, was very still.