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Ralph F. Dunne
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The poems and art on this page were done by Ralph F. Dunne. Ralph is a recovering stroke victim, and the poems have been a step towards his recovery. The computer images were done prior to the stroke. He was paralyzed on the left side--and he is left handed. This has hindered, but not stopped his painting and drawing. Some of his recent work is included, and will be updated at regular intervals. |
I want to climb mountains Not just meadows. the chance to roam again. |
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Melting snow, Row of drops Lining up and jostling for Position To leap into space and Obliterate themselves into Mud, grass, dog or Person passing by. |
I caught hold of time. I held it in my hands. Now, All, one time or another And, That In his hand for but a moment In all this universe. |
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Come to my hill. Let the wind blow across your body. Hear the insects hum. Feel the warm sunshine as each muscle Come to my hill Warmth rushing behind your walking that is my hill. |
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Today, The sun was slicing through Or |