Echo From the Hills

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...

— by Alyce Faye Bragg Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, and flowers and boxes of candy are flying through the air.  Valentine’s Day is a special day dedicated to lovers, although the custom has been enlarged...

 —- by Alyce Faye Bragg BARNACLES By Sidney Lanier My soul is sailing through the sea, But the Past is heavy and hindreth me. The Past hath crusted cumbrous shells, That hold the flesh of cold sea-mells About my soul. The huge...

- by Alyce Faye Bragg Winter storm Jonas roared through our hills this past weekend like an angry lion, covering most of our state in two feet or more of snow before moving out to...

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