Bruce Shanks (1908-1980)

[inscription reads] " pear during a lull, and now burst forth in a million sparkles, like a host of fireflies low in a moonlit meadow, or more like sun-starred rippling water. / Clouds are big and round like thunderheads; the sky is pale but clear – at the western horizon green-ice. The wind is cold; leaf-laden; trees appear black against the sky – whitish yellow clouds beyond / Leaves eddying up the streets. / Bouyant school-children blown hither & thither like leaves; scattered shouts & "