Echo From the Hills

The last of August’s hot and hazy days melt away into summer past, bringing in September and a new school...

LATE SUMMER SONG By Ross D. Fortner (Written for his mother, Audrey Hodge Fortner)   Come and sing a song...

There is a cool note in the brisk breeze that is blowing today; a warning sign that summer is fast...

We are now crossing the bridge from summer to autumn. On one side is the hot summer sun, gardens at...

August always seemed to me to be the tail end of summer, but the season seems to be hanging on....

Summer weather has settled down upon our hills with resulting heat and humidity, while hound dogs seek out a shady...

Last night I wandered around in the halls of yesterday, with shadowy, long-ago ancestors floating around me and forgotten names...

  TODAY So here hath been dawning Another blue day: Think wilt thou let it Slip useless away.   Out...

Memorial Day is made for memories. As the first white piney rose (peony) bursts forth in a flurry of fragrant...

BACK HOME If I had the power to turn back the clock, Go back to the house at the end...