Echo From the Hills

Echo From the Hills —- by Alyce Faye Bragg

DECEMBER By Betty J. Banks Gray puffs scudding Above sere, brown ground, Wind shrieking through Weather-stripping, Moaning the death Of autumn. The house, hunkered down, Yellow-orange glow On shuttered windows Announces warmth within. Aroma of spices And...

Echo From The Hills

The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year With wailing winds and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of...

Echo from the Hills

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...

Echo From the Hills – November 5th, 2014

November throws her brown cloak around her shoulders and enters our hills, scattering dry leaves in her wake and bringing much colder weather.  We...

Echo from the Hills – November 13th, 2013

A cloud shadow passes over Pilot Knob, muting the still colorful leaves. The sky is intensely blue, with puffy white clouds floating overhead. A...

Echo From the Hills

by Alyce Faye Bragg THE WIND AT MY CABIN DOOR By Ross David Fortner, Jr. Howl, mighty Wind, Breath of winter come, knock upon my cabin door. Beckon my...

Echo From the Hills – December 24th, 2014

By Alyce Faye Bragg The woman was little more than a girl--and tired; so tired.  She swayed slightly on the back of the plodding donkey,...

Echo from the Hills

Autumn seems to have stretched forth her hand and is displaying her beautiful flowers in our hills. The official date on the calendar is...

Echo from the Hills 2.8.17

It was a beautiful snow while it lasted; it draped the hemlock boughs in shawls of white and covered the shrubbery in fluffy cotton...

Echo From the HIlls

This is the anniversary of an infamous day in our American history; the day that Pearl Harbor was bombed. I was only six years...