Echo From the Hills

July 4, 2016 will be one holiday that will live on in the memories of many people.  Some folks are calling it a thousand...

    The hot rays of the summer sun beat down upon us yesterday, as spring gathered her floral skirts about her and departed from our...

Spring is getting ready to depart from our hills, while summer is impatiently waiting to make her appearance.  With the dignity of a queen,...

The incessant drone of the 17-year cicadas is a constant background noise from early morning until late evening here in our hills, but we...

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. ...

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