Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] trees, they fade into the distance. / Coming back I sit down on Goethe & Schiller monument to sketch. The course of the slight breeze is marked by a slanting shower of sparkled whirligig leaves. The air is full of the cricket-like chisel chipping from the new Art Museum; a chicadees lisping whistle - a roar of a train; men aimlessly strolling thru (sic) the park - a squirrel with many abrupt tail snapping and statuesque alertness waves along over the leafy