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, pull the weeds
The sun will get them out
One day Jacob found a vine
Growing toward the sky
He pointed and he jumped around
“Look! My beans arrived!”
Have you thought of publishing these poems as children’s books, or as a set? They would be so cute!
Oh thank you! Yes, I have been thinking about it! I have so many nature themed poems about my boys.
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.