As I Went Up to Dunamore

As I went up to Dunamore along the river way I heard the blackbirds fluting low Among the osiers gray. And they were tuning for themselves In sweetly stumbling rhyme Half-minded chords learned long ago From harps of olden time. –F.J.J. Malone


Today is my Mom and Dad’s 40th wedding anniversary. Happy Anniversary, youze guys! I love you!