Echo From the Hills

THE END OF SUMMER By Shannon Georgia Schaubroeck   The summer days are fading, as they must From endless hours to short and fleeting light The bird’s once bright, immortal tune, now cries A melancholy aura to the dusk. The children...

The last of August’s hot and hazy days melt away into summer past, bringing in September and a new school term. If you listen closely, you can hear the clear ringing of the hand-held...

LATE SUMMER SONG By Ross D. Fortner (Written for his mother, Audrey Hodge Fortner)   Come and sing a song with me You, my loved ones, where’ere you may be. Sing of another summer soon to pass, Along this road on...

There is a cool note in the brisk breeze that is blowing today; a warning sign that summer is fast slipping away. The song birds are still singing merrily at daybreak, and there are...

We are now crossing the bridge from summer to autumn. On one side is the hot summer sun, gardens at their peak, rose of Sharon bushes in full bloom and cool swimming pools. On...

August always seemed to me to be the tail end of summer, but the season seems to be hanging on. The garden is at its peak, while the housewife rushes to get it all...

Summer weather has settled down upon our hills with resulting heat and humidity, while hound dogs seek out a shady spot and the youngsters head for the nearest swimming pool. The early garden crops...

Last night I wandered around in the halls of yesterday, with shadowy, long-ago ancestors floating around me and forgotten names and dates running through my mind. I guess I could blame Joshua, my grandson...

  TODAY So here hath been dawning Another blue day: Think wilt thou let it Slip useless away.   Out of eternity This new day is born; Into eternity, At night, will return.   Behold it aforetime No eye ever did: So soon it forever From all eyes is...

Memorial Day is made for memories. As the first white piney rose (peony) bursts forth in a flurry of fragrant petals,...