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This poem is taken from a collection of Philip Britts's writings, Water at the Roots: Poems and Insights of a Visionary Farmer.
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We must wait at home, dear,
Baby and I,
Until the blazing harvest sun
Has left the sky.
Father is a fieldsman;
When you were born
He started out to harvest in
The shining corn.
You shall grow the corn, babe,
When you are strong,
Working by your father's side
The daylight long.
Tall and thick the corn stands,
Golden and bright,
And we must wait for father's step
Until tonight.
23 January 1943
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