Re: The poetry of Philip Britts

HARVEST LULLABY
 
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.
 
Written on the occasion of the birth of his son,
Simon Philip, and set to music by Sylvia Beels.
 
Philip Britts, 23 January 1943