“When I read aloud two senses catch the idea:
first I see what I read;
second I hear and therefore I can remember it better.”
– Abraham Lincoln
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– Abraham Lincoln
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– eab, 1/20/12
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– eab, 2/9/09
* Note this was penned a year ago.
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“Gettysburg Address”
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth, upon 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 here on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of it 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 can never forget what they did here.
It is for us, the living, rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they have, thus far, so nobly carried on. 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 here gave the last full measure of devotion – that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain; that this nation shall have a new birth of freedom; and that this government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
Abraham Lincoln was born this date (2/12/1809) near Hodgenville, Kentucky. His “Gettysburg Address” was his literary masterpiece. Not only was it his – it is the greatest piece of literature every produced by an American President.
Posted in fall, nature, poem, uncategorized, tagged 1970, Abraham Lincoln, bustling, cold November morning, leaves on their feet, marching, mother tree that nourished them, Ohio, old brick sidewalk, Paris, poem, rustling, scurried and hurried, stagecoach stop, street, wind, window light on November 7, 2008| Leave a Comment »
I heard a little rustling,
A noisy sort of bustling,
On a cold November morning,
Outside my window light.
Then I looked into the street;
The leaves were on their feet,
Marching, marching onward; no retreat;
The wind had called the fight.
They’d been called on that day,
With others brown and gray,
And the mother tree that nourished them
Now couldn’t bid them nay,
As they scurried and hurried with their might. -eab, 11/1970
After living three falls without seeing or hearing falling leaves (Hobe Sound, Florida) was interested in the sound of wind pushed leaves on an old brick sidewalk in Paris, Ohio. House our apartment was in, was an old stagecoach stop built when Abraham Lincoln was only 15.