I rest I trust I wait.

Kata Sent me a photo of her leaning against an Oak tree on one of her walks in Gyor Hungary during winter, It inspired me to write this...

Sounds of gentle winds whisper by autumns leaves

Like hearing butterflies flapping in the breeze

Resting quietly against an oak tree

Waiting for the wind to turn to freshen

The smile upon my face

I rest quietly but the forest is alive with the ruckus of life

Everyone is busy feeding, filling, fixing

For winter is all but here

I rest, I trust, I wait, you will be here

To replace this oak so I can lean on you.

Time is passing another winter has come

I look out to the oak, it is still there

Its bark is weathered in time

It is getting old just like me

I wish it were you there looking back at me

So I may touch you, feel your breath

Fresh upon my face like it used to be.

Gary Duffy 2008-05-22

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Kathryn Flynn Oct 25, 2009, 7:35am UTC

wow. really good, Gary.

Gary D. Oct 25, 2009, 7:48am UTC

Thank you, I wrote it as if Kata was telling the story. I will dig up the photo and post it with the article. Then you will see the poem in her eyes as she is looking into the camera, leaning against the oak tree with her jacket on.

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marie Pinschmidt Oct 25, 2009, 8:31pm UTC

Just lovely.

Gary D. Oct 26, 2009, 2:59am UTC

Thank You Marie

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I rest I trust I wait.

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