Echo From the Hills

— by Alyce Faye Bragg Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, and flowers and boxes of candy are flying through the air. ...

 —- by Alyce Faye Bragg BARNACLES By Sidney Lanier My soul is sailing through the sea, But the Past is...

- by Alyce Faye Bragg Winter storm Jonas roared through our hills this past weekend like an angry lion, covering...

— by Alyce Faye Bragg Winter has opened January’s door with icy fingers and allowed snow and frigid winds to...

by Alyce Faye Bragg THE WIND AT MY CABIN DOOR By Ross David Fortner, Jr. Howl, mighty Wind, Breath of...

by Alyce Faye Bragg The sun is shining brightly from a deep blue sky on another winter day, although it...

—- by Alyce Faye Bragg The beginning of a brand new year puts most folks in a reflective mood--pondering over...

Misty, blue shadows are tucked between the bare trees, and the mild weather seems more like Indian Summer than it...

DECEMBER By Betty J. Banks Gray puffs scudding Above sere, brown ground, Wind shrieking through Weather-stripping, Moaning the death Of...

It’s the week before Thanksgiving, and the mind is already dwelling on holidays past, and the joyous family gatherings we’ve...