All right, that's out of the way.
This next poem is called "The Day Lost."
They would go right in through the woods of Tennessee
when they were first married.
The gloaming green sword seduced their hearts.
And they would stop to give their weary steeds refreshment
at a mountain spring.
Her high brown English boots were winning to his eye
and she adored the party colored pants he wore.
The sun stream through the leaves to make the trees
seem more like chandeliers.
It was here he handed her the ring.
Her tears flew she was, quote, "at a loss for words."
[LAUGHTER]
On a silver anniversary in Indiana,
she stands in the North corner of the living
room and her negligee snow shoes and skullcap.
[LAUGHTER]
And he is dancing on the table in his Mackintosh
and cummerbund.
Both realize how precious life is.
To save time, the horses are in the kitchen making soup.
[LAUGHTER]