Author Elinor Chipp I heard the wild geese flying In the dead of the night,With beat of wings and crying I heard the wild geese flying.And dreams in my heart sighing Followed their northward flight.I heard the wild geese flying In the dead of the night. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 4 (6 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments