1919
A May Night –
Grey rainy sky, dark green wet interior to trees; a child, quarrelsome about something assails his mother with timid questions. “Get up on that porch!” cries the mother in a harsh, sharp dry voice –
The quarrelsome voice commences again – Shouts of children at play; a wren sings.
“Get up on that porch,” came again without the least variation in tone.
Robin sings – excited shouts from boys, but the child’s plaintive voice transcends all sounds. But…
“Get up on that porch!”
“Get up on that porch!”
“Get up on that porch!” with monstrous, toneless regularity.
Charles Burchfield, Journals, May 1919