Cloud Cannons


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.

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