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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wonder if those cowboys ever tried Foster's Lager? This was a great poem filled with great inTENsity. God bless all poets-MJG.