Re: The poetry of Philip Britts

WAIT FOR THE WEATHER

 It's good to plough when the earth is soft
         And the furrows smoothly go;
When the tilth is fine and the weather fair,
         It is good to sow.

So when the earth is baked to brick
         And wind is dry and sun is bright,
It's better to bide at home and wait,
         And put your harness right.

It's better to wait your time, and make
         Good order for when you start.
Then all day long, when the time is right,
         Plough with a thankful heart.

Philip Britts, Christmas 1941


Mary wrote:

> UPON A HILL IN THE MORNING
>  
> The timid kiss of the winter sun,
> The waiting faith of the naked trees,
> The breath of a day so well begun,
> Take what you will and leave me these.
>  
> Leave me my love and leave me these,
> Leave me a soul to feel them still,
> Better to be a tramp, who sees,
> Than a monarch blind upon a hill.
> 
> Philip Britts, 1936
>