Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " ascend hesitatingly, and again shoot in swift glides across the air, appeared like fitful snow-flurries on a cold wintry day, when the sky is partly cloudy. / Pin-point ticking of crickets. / Golden haze in the air. Calmness & peace of this season. Sunset yellow, filling the earth air and sky. / War has bean occupying my thoughts at my leisure moments today. I tried to read Thoreau but could not concentrate. What started me was seeing Stuck’s “War” and the "