Brook Mint<br /> <br /> How often now my mind casts back<br /> To summer days of yore<br /> When I would visit those I loved<br /> On Petty Harbours rocky shore<br /> <br /> Of feather beds so warm and cozy<br /> Of pee pots under beds serene<br /> Of rocking horse with main so wild<br /> To this impressioned child, a dream<br /> <br /> At dawn I woke with open window<br /> Never wanting it to close<br /> The fragrant hint of Brook Mint wafting<br /> Over a childs impressioned nose<br /> <br /> That mint will always spell for me<br /> Those days spent lounging by the sea<br /> In place I love, dear Petty Harbour<br /> Will always mean the world to me<br /> <br /> I went by there the other day<br /> To see if that mint was still there<br /> And there it was, as large as life<br /> In that lovely stream in mind so clear<br /> <br /> John Cornick<br /> Halifax, Nova Scotia   Submitted By: John Cornick