Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

[C. J. Dennis] (7 September 1876 - 22 June 1938 / Auburn, South Australia)

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

1. Our Street 1/1/2004
2. The Silent Member 3/21/2012
3. 'Urry 3/21/2012
4. The Mooch O' Life 3/21/2012
5. The Play 3/21/2012
6. Song Of Snobs 8/28/2012
7. The Blue Kingfisher 8/28/2012
8. Last Verse 8/28/2012
9. Things To Come 8/28/2012
10. Old Town Types No.2 - Red Matt 8/28/2012
11. The Idle Son 8/28/2012
12. The Drought King's Trumpeter 8/28/2012
13. Lotsertime 8/28/2012
14. Renascence 8/28/2012
15. The Germ Chaser 8/28/2012
16. Quantum Sufficit 8/28/2012
17. Our Town Awakes 8/28/2012
18. The Broken-Teapot 8/28/2012
19. The Shorter Week 8/28/2012
20. Sanctuary Scorned [1936] 8/28/2012
21. Poets 8/28/2012
22. The Silver-Eye 8/28/2012
23. March Of Memories 8/28/2012
24. March Flies 8/28/2012
25. Spring Delirium 8/28/2012
26. Old Town Types 8/28/2012
27. Spots Through The Ages 8/28/2012
28. Old Town Types No 20 - Mr Blades The Butcher 8/28/2012
29. The Lure Of Trees 8/28/2012
30. Laissez-Faire 8/28/2012
31. Old Town Types No.1 - The Old Town 8/28/2012
32. Old Town Types No.15 - Mrs Felix Donnett 8/28/2012
33. Old Town Types No.17- Mr Bodge The Banker 8/28/2012
34. Old Town Types No27 - Sergeant Mat Mcgillicuddy 8/28/2012
35. Introducing The Day Family 8/28/2012
36. Knights Of The Never Never 8/28/2012
37. Old Town Types No. 22 - The Baker 8/28/2012
38. War's End Armistice Day 1935 8/28/2012
39. The Listener 8/28/2012
40. Old Town Types No. 10 - Big Doc Littlejohn 8/28/2012

Comments about Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

  • Amelia Bright (4/1/2008 3:49:00 AM)

    the reson i have looked this poem up is we are lerning it at bribie island state school it is a good poem for kids my techer learnt it 50 years ago.

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Best Poem of Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

The Ant Explorer

Once a little sugar ant made up his mind to roam-
To fare away far away, far away from home.
He had eaten all his breakfast, and he had his ma's consent
To see what he should chance to see and here's the way he went
Up and down a fern frond, round and round a stone,
Down a gloomy gully where he loathed to be alone,
Up a mighty mountain range, seven inches high,
Through the fearful forest grass that nearly hid the sky,
Out along a bracken bridge, bending in the moss,
Till he reached a dreadful desert that was feet and feet across.
'Twas a dry, deserted desert, and ...

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The Long Road Home

When I go back from Billy's place I always have to roam
The mazy road, the crazy road that leads the long way home.
Ma always says, "Why don't you come through Mr Donkin's land?
The footbridge track will bring you back." Ma doesn't understand.
I cannot go that way, you know, because of Donkin's dog;
So I set forth and travel north,, and cross the fallen log.

Last week, when I was coming by, that log had lizards in it;
And you can't say I stop to play if I just search a minute.

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