Bacchae Remembered

Poem By Foster Davis

Gloriously abounds
The impassioned sounds
Of a tipsy urban cowboy.

Their hearts are true,
Their memories are blue,
Intonations on a castaway toy.

The wounds are deep
As alone they weep
Over family in favor of joy.

Comments about Bacchae Remembered

I wonder if those cowboys ever tried Foster's Lager? This was a great poem filled with great inTENsity. God bless all poets-MJG.

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