Mystery Tour

I hired a car wanted to drive to the countryside
where I spent part of my childhood.
By a farmhouse that looked familiar, I stopped
a dog came out of an up- ended barrel greeted me,
Is Jason coming home?
The farmer and his wife came out, he patted me
on my head, and his wife gave me a hug and said:
“a little boy once lived here.”

In the kitchen, they gave me two slices of loaf with
blueberry jam on, my favourite food as a child.
The couple had not aged in fifty years and their
eyes I was that little boy
I took my farewells and promised to visit soon.
A bus drove passed throwing up dust and when it settled the couple,
and the farm had disappeared into the mist of time.