As the expected summer afternoon thunderstorm rolls into the Blue Ridge. . .
Cloud cannons roll
Beyond, nearer
Sky skirmishes engage
Armies in the air
Civil War in the up yonder
Gray against the Blue
Sunrays cut by swords of light
Billowing bursts of White
To hold or free the Black
What did people in 1863 hear
here in these mountain hollers?
Did they wonder:
Storm
or
Seige?
Rain
or
Ruin?
As the sky was torn
so the people.
Friendly Freethinker 
Hey Chris. thought this article from a very reputable magazine might interest you. We nature lovers are also people lovers. Lots of spin offs for the reconciliation of our relationship with indigenous people all over the world. Have a look at the attachment.
Marty Shoemaker
Well done. Superb!
Thanks for that, Jim!