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!”
a pinch of homestead 
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.