Weather mild a rare blue sky
clock change day car radio said
no hurry well a bit maybe
this lane not one he often used

Narrow quite bendy too
passing places a squeeze through
strange no cars seen either way
probably it was just his day

All clear it seemed ahead
rear view mirror given a check
eyes front swerved right then left
an old lady from nowhere stepped

He’d swear she’d just appeared
no movement just a vacant stare
grey clad from head to foot
of this age no way that look

Drove on his head turned back
no sign gone as quick as that
cold sweat his heart beat fast
foot to pedal scared disturbed

That week the local paper lead
ghost of Long Lane seen again
old men rubbed their chins
recalled stories of minds taken