Our Fathers Day plans failed to bear fruit,
For the ferry we drove an hour to catch
Had been grounded, due to an accident.
In wending our way slowly home,
We found ourselves surrounded
By fields full of foxglove,
Rosy and glowing in the afternoon sun.
Some might think that small compensation
For the hours of wasted time driving,
But in fact it was a glorious gift,
And we laughed and smiled
All the rest of the way back home.
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