The Summer Of My Bean Plant
by Edward S. Gault
When
I was
a little boy,
our
teacher gave
us bean seeds
To
plant in
the small milk
cartons
we had
just used during
snack.
We put
soil in each
carton,
then buried
the seeds a
half
inch under
the surface. We
put
them all
in the window,
So
they could
catch the sun's
rays,
and grow.
We checked on
them
each day,
I can remember
seeing
the first
little leaf peaking
through
the dirt
in my carton.
It
seemed to
take forever-but
by
the last
day of school,
We
had tall
bean plants that
we
could take
home for the
summer.
I put
mine in the
window
of my
room facing the
backyard
where I
spent all my
time
when I
was not in
camp.
When I
came home,
I
found it
had wilted some
because
I was
not there to
water
it. I
took it out
to
the yard
and re-planted it.
I
could still
see it growing
there
from my
window. Its leaves
would
move with
the breeze, like
It
was waving-
saying thank you.
Copyright 2008
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..how the seeds grow~in the mind of a little boy..many thanks for sharing a beautiful process..
I hope we always keep that childish wonder in nurturing growth! Lovely poem!
Such a flowing thought process. I really like the structure and the simplicity of language.
lovely, a nice slice of being a child.
The experience of many a little boy throughout the world, I think.
I know that experience, too. What a heartwarming story. It reminds me that we can do so much to nurture life in this world just by being there for it.
When first being introduced to the magic of seeds revealing their amazing capabilities; the world, and your role in it, can be an awesome place. I remember. Nice.
ann at Gaullimaufry Gleanings
Edward, I still love to watch this process at 57. Your poem brought back nice memories.
a lovely poem of deceptive simplicity. It reminds me of my brothers grade school experiment in growing bean seedlings -- one was watered, the other he put milk on with predictable results.
I remember this school project as well, Edward! I love the last stanza - waving Thank You!
What a wonderful little story. I love that waving goodbye part.
I love the innocence and the child's voice you carry through in this poem - and the last line - waving to say thank you - is just wonderful.
I had forgotten the joy of seeing the bean seed sprout until I read your poem. Isn't it amazing what we learned as children.
Cute! I can imagine your plant looking out from the window sill, wanting to be out and play.
What a wonderful memory. Thank you for sharing it so my own memory of a bean plant surfaced.
Such a tender memory. Made me feel just plain old good inside.
A great story - nicely formed and well shown!
You should publish this for children; it's wonderful. This 40's kid loves it.
Lovely. I wrote a brief haiku as the one who received said bean plants from her children in their younger years. Mine was nowhere near as lovely nor as positive. I much prefer yours.
an inspiring story
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