Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable...the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street...by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.
Hal BorlandThe earth turns, and the seasons, and for all his pride and power man cannot temper the winds or change their course. They are the unseen tides that shape our days and our years.
Hal BorlandMarch is a tomboy with tousled hair, a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes and a laugh in her voice.
Hal BorlandTime after time ... today's crisis shrinks to next week's footnote to a newly headline disaster.
Hal Borland