Re: The poetry of Philip Britts

BREAKFAST SONG

Come let us to the fields away,
For who would eat must toil,
And there's no finer work for man,
Than tilling of the soil.

So let us take a merry plough,
And turn the mellow soil,
The land awaits and calls us now,
And who would eat must toil.

Philip Britts


Bruderhof Communities wrote:

> Philip Britts (1917 - 1949) joined the Cotswold Bruderhof in England 
> shortly before the Second World War. He had studied horticulture and
> loved to work in field and garden. The depth of his thought and faith,
> his dedication to the common life of peace and brotherhood, and his
> hope of the Kingdom of Justice found expression in his poetry through
> his love for nature and hard work.
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