Beth Hautala

Children's Author


In honor of National Poetry Month

What is it about open spaces

that seems to require his flight?

With sudden grin

and pounding feet he tugs at me

dragging me across

a parking lot,

a clear stretch of sidewalk,

down a crowded hallway.

Why is it

that despite my best efforts,

my preconceived words of warning

—Stay close

—Hold my hand

—No running

go ignored beside that irresistible draw of


Does this tug rise from some forgotten freedom?

Is there a deeply-buried draw

that tells him—this boy of mine

that once

we all ran unencumbered

down hallways

and sidewalks

across parking lots.

And does he know that one day we shall again—

back through Garden gates?


So that was slightly humiliating. I'm not really a poet, but I thought I'd give it a shot—in honor of National Poetry Month. And so, poet or no, I'm urging you to do the same! Want to share a poem? Post it in the comments below!