Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

[inscription reads] " ful it was! As the particles sped along, they now caught the sun’s sparkle and again lost it - ! / Along Painter Road. Along a bank I noticed how some sun-struck orange weed-stalks stood out against the blue shadow of a railfence, creating a purple haze, - At Trotter’s Barn the swamp is inviting and I enter it; The willow shrubs fill the air with a golden haze I saw one sparrow. / To Covered Bridge - A field sparrow - Frost designs on the black ice below "