Poem for Wednesday and Rock of Dunamase

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By William O'Neill 

But vain I wait and listen for Rory Og is dead, 

And in the halls of Dunamase a Saxon rules instead, 

And o'er his fruitful acres the stranger now is lord 

Where since the days of Cuchorb a proud O'Moore kept ward. 

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I had a fun Wednesday despite rainy weather, starting with chat with two of my high school friends, then bagels for lunch. Afterward, Kristen and I resumed our MCU watch with the first two episodes of Ms. Marvel, which remain excellent, and by then the rain had let up enough that Paul and I could walk to the lake, which we pretty much had to ourselves apart from lots of ducks, some coots, and an eagle.

We got home in time for the start of the World Series game, which it looked like the Yankees were going to win easily, but then they made piles of mistakes and the Dodgers won the whole thing. Cheryl and I watched the finale of Agatha All Along together, which was superb despite not resolving one of the key issues of the show. Now we're watching Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. 

Here are the ruins of Dunamase Castle on the Rock of Dunamase, once the seat of the Kings of Laois, first settled in the 800s and promptly pillaged by the Vikings, though this castle was built in the 1100s and inhabited by the Norman Irish, then the O'Moores as they resisted the English, until it was slighted to keep it from Cromwell's forces and eventually fell into disrepair.