A Poem by Shelley Warner

I walk past a neighbor’s eclectic flower garden

and stop to capture her Foxglove on my phone

She doesn’t know she’s given me a gift, an image

that conjures up a memory of 60 years ago,

When as a child,

I roamed the woods in Willow, Alaska,

with my billy goat, Sugarfoot at my heels,

And stopped to admire stalks of



And pink

Foxglove rising among wild roses and

Salmon berry bushes.

Thank you neighbor for your vibrant garden

And the memory.