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Morning over the bay

Harvest Lullaby

Phillip Britts

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Philip Britts (1917-1949) was a scientist, poet, and pacifist, who wrote this poem on the birth of his son in 1943. He spent most of his adult years developing better wheat and corn varieties that could grow in the sub-tropical country of Paraguay. His love for the earth, and thankfullness for the bounty it yields for those who cultivate and work with it, shines in this poem.

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.

Philip Britts, 23 January 1943

red sun and silhouettes of wheat
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