Remember The Hayrides Poem by Joseph T. Renaldi

Who can remember the excitement of the hayrides
You enjoyed on Autumn nights past and gone?
Who can recall the first genuine kiss
You gave to a shy girl as the night wore on?

Don't you remember her smiling after -
And the big, colorful bow that she had in her hair?
Don't you hear the haughty shouting and the laughter -
And remember all the boys and girls that were there?

Remember the bits of straw that clung to your clothes
And the words you uttered while removing it too.
The memory of the clinging straw still may linger
While all of your thoughts of the hayride pass in review.

Remember the celestial bodies that above were scintillating,
The horses pulling the ladened hay wagon in the moonlight,
The very same moonlight in which you may be reminiscing
Years later - on a clear, chilly Autumn night.