I am reminded of the poem "The Butterbean Tent" from my childhood. All through the garden I went and went, and walked in under the butterbean tent. The poles leaned up like a good teepee And made a nice little house for me. I had a hard, brown clod for a seat, And all outside was a cool, green street. A little green worm and a butterfly And a cricket-like thing that could hop went by. Hidden away there are flocks and flocks Of bugs that could go like little clocks. Such a good day it was when I spent A long, long while in the butterbean tent. Elizabeth Madox Roberts I loved that you showed a little kid in the bean tent! Reply
I am reminded of the poem "The Butterbean Tent" from my childhood.
All through the garden I went and went,
and walked in under the butterbean tent.
The poles leaned up like a good teepee
And made a nice little house for me.
I had a hard, brown clod for a seat,
And all outside was a cool, green street.
A little green worm and a butterfly
And a cricket-like thing that could hop went by.
Hidden away there are flocks and flocks
Of bugs that could go like little clocks.
Such a good day it was when I spent
A long, long while in the butterbean tent.
Elizabeth Madox Roberts
I loved that you showed a little kid in the bean tent!