In the early days
Before us , even
Shirley and Mum planted
Mint
At the headwaters
Of our little creek
It grows rampant
Amongst its alpine
Meadow companions
Surviving the snow
Jumping up flesh-green
In the spring thaw
A tough sweet
Surprise
For the dried
Peas
Instant mashed potato
Grateful,
Each new generation
Of boots will
Splash across this
Grove of resilience and
Resurrection