Author Andrew Miller Yes I have been there Sicily Eretrian winelands rust-red and Sparta tall torch kindled in river reeds. I went there I found men with frank hearts who took me in I found kind hands but no joy and no rest. Home hugs close. 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