Ann Foster Poet Free verse

Beans

Hurray, hurray!
It’s a special day.
Grandma’s counting beans. 

Pick the rocks, 
Turn down your socks.
Grandma’s counting beans. 

In the pot, 
That’s what she taught.
One, two and three for free.

Stir the hot,
Hit’s the spot, 
What a "hum" we’ll be…

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Ann Foster July 27, 2019 at 4:41 PM Pick the rocks (for those that do not pick beans, you have to lay them on the table, and look for tiny rocks...)

Silent One July 27, 2019 at 6:51 AM Sounds great, nice nostalgic poem.. Ann Foster July 27, 2019 at 8:48 AM Sweet things that make us remember being kids... Glad you enjoyed it. Ann

Jennifer Proxenos July 27, 2019 at 1:42 AM Grandma's have all taught us something - when we are grandma's we will also do the same, even if it is not beans but something else. Lovely write , well penned. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer. Ann Foster July 27, 2019 at 8:47 AM You are always so kind my friend. Blessings on your day. Oh yes, I pray I am half the grandparent mine was... hehe.. Ann

Tom Pen July 26, 2019 at 1:40 PM Nicely done Ann! Grandma and Beans, love them both! Ann Foster July 26, 2019 at 2:15 PM hehe... sweet memories... Hugs Ann

Kurt Ravidas July 26, 2019 at 1:34 PM The publishers like to include poems of this kind in poetry anthologies. Get ready for glory, Ann) P.S.: I like it too, although I'm not a publisher. Ann Foster July 26, 2019 at 2:14 PM You are so sweet. Hug Hug Hug! Ann

Demetrios Trifiatis July 26, 2019 at 1:09 PM Entertaining and warm dear, Ann! Ann Foster July 26, 2019 at 2:09 PM Hugs... you are so sweet. Ann

Arturo Michael July 26, 2019 at 12:20 PM A lovely "hum" indeed...Nice and easy...I like it... Ann Foster July 26, 2019 at 12:34 PM Just missing people I loved... They are still alive in my heart. You would have loved her cornbread and beans. All were welcome, always!!! Hugs. Ann