Echo From the Hills

I Saw God Wash the World By Bill Stidger I saw God wash the world last night With His sweet showers on high; And then when morning came I...

I will have to confess that I have been having a “Pity-Party” since camping season is here; moaning and bewailing my lot in life...

The waters of William’s River run swift and cold.  It rushes around huge boulders, cresting in white spray and moves swiftly onward.  It looks...

Snow certainly covered the sarvis, along with the blooming tulips crabapples, and sundry other green and growing things.  Now we can expect spring to...

—- by Alyce Faye Bragg Empty Cross-Empty Tomb By James Jackson, Sr. Someone saying, someone praying “Father, I have accomplished . . . “ Men sleeping, no one keeping Vigil with Him who prayed. Dawn creeping, someone weeping At the tomb where...

 — by Alyce Faye Bragg The sun is shining brightly on this spring day, with a restless March wind blowing through the budding maple tree.  Spring peepers announce loudly and persistently that spring has arrived. ...

—- by Alyce Faye Bragg The spring peepers have been heard, piping their shrill melody to spring, and the tiny little crocus has raised its lavender-striped head aloft in the flower bed.  The air is...

—by Alyce Faye Bragg March may have come in like a docile little lamb, but today the March lion is prowling restlessly around the house.  He is spitting flurries of snow, and threatening the spring...

 — by Alyce Faye Bragg February is leaving the hills, and no one seems sorry to see her go.  She has always been a hard month to endure, leaving behind dirty piles of...

- by Alyce Faye Bragg Fog shrouds Pilot Knob, and dims the skyline along the crest of the hills.  This month has been dismal and foggy, and reminds me of the old country saying, “For...

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