Author Witter Bynner It's a long way home, a long way east. I am old and my sleeve is wet with tears. We meet on horseback. I have no means of writing. Tell them three words: “He is safe.” Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments