Echo From the Hills

I Saw God Wash the World By Bill Stidger I saw God wash the world last night With His sweet...

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

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

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

—- by Alyce Faye Bragg Empty Cross-Empty Tomb By James Jackson, Sr. Someone saying, someone praying “Father, I have accomplished...

 — by Alyce Faye Bragg The sun is shining brightly on this spring day, with a restless March wind blowing...

—- by Alyce Faye Bragg The spring peepers have been heard, piping their shrill melody to spring, and the tiny...

—by Alyce Faye Bragg March may have come in like a docile little lamb, but today the March lion is...

 — by Alyce Faye Bragg February is leaving the hills, and no one seems sorry to see her go.  She...

- by Alyce Faye Bragg Fog shrouds Pilot Knob, and dims the skyline along the crest of the hills.  This...