My Beans

In his little garden plot
Jacob planted seeds.
A flower here, an onion there
and 3 or 4 green beans.

Daily, hourly he would ask,
When will my garden sprout?
Feed them water, chop the weeds.
The sun will pull them out

One day Jacob found a vine
growing way up high.
He pointed and he jumped around
“My beans can touch the sky!”



3 responses to “My Beans

  1. Stacie Brown McCullough

    Have you thought of publishing these poems as children’s books, or as a set? They would be so cute!

  2. I remember my beans when I was that age. We had a fenced garden, so the beans grew on string that zigzaged on nails stuck into the fence. They made use of otherwise useless vertical space.

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