If Only I Could Write So Well...

I love to write.  Why else would I have a blog?  I mean it's not as if millions are reading and heaping praise on me.  And it's certainly not a way to make money!  But as long as I can remember I've been a writer...OK, maybe not quite as long as I can remember, but at least since the end of 3rd grade when I started to keep a notebook (just like Harriet the Spy...which was my inspiration...thank you Louise Fitzhugh).  And I've been writing ever since.

Good and bad.  (Mostly bad...especially through those teen years.)

But I could never write as well, or as succinctly as what was said 150 years ago today:

"Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate, we can not consecrate, we can not hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth."

Short and beautifully written.  
It doesn't matter how old it is, it is something to be read and remembered.  And will continue to inspire me, and generations to come.


  1. I like how you write. I truly do. You have a gift for it.


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