19/04/2026
YELLOW HAMMER
I saw you there, a flash of gold,
A small bright spark against the green,
And all at once the years grew old,
And childhood slipped back in between.
A song remembered, half-forgot,
Returned to me on feathered wings;
A joy so simple, small, and not
Like grown-up, measured, careful things.
You sat there still, above the hedge,
A little sun on branch and thorn,
And from that quiet, thorny ledge
You brought back days long past and worn.
I hadn’t seen your golden face
Since I was young and full of wonder,
So seeing you was like a place
Where time and memory live asunder.
A sudden gift, a brief delight,
A living treasure, wild and free,
You lit the day and, in your light,
You brought my childhood back to me.