Echo From the Hills

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

The golden glow of autumn spreads across our land as summer comes to a close in our hills and hollers....

Memories By Frank S. M. Samples We are held in wonder as our years have left us old, Of the...

August has been called the bridge from summer to autumn. Well, we’ve crossed over now, and autumn can come in...

We oldsters surely get away with a lot just because we’ve managed to keep breathing longer than most folks. I...

Summer’s ragged petticoat is showing as we slowly but surely drift toward autumn. Cornstalks are dying and turning brown, while...

Matthew 5:44-45 “But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you. Do good to them that...

The evening sun dips below the horizon as another hot and humid day comes to a close. A pink tinge...

Summer simmers along like the monotonous chirr of a jarfly, but here and there hints of autumn to come are...

She was just a little white ball of fur, with a brown circle around one eye and a bobbed tail....