Author Witter Bynner Away from home, I was longing for news Winter after winter, spring after spring. Now, nearing my village, meeting people, I dare not ask a single question. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments