Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

401. Country Towns - Portland 8/29/2012
402. Christmas Scene 8/29/2012
403. Yarrawonga 8/30/2012
404. Convalescence 8/30/2012
405. Corryong 8/29/2012
406. The Bush Veteran 8/29/2012
407. Country Doctors 8/29/2012
408. Winter Rhapsody 8/29/2012
409. Come Ye Home 8/29/2012
410. Wet 8/29/2012
411. Youth Revisited 8/29/2012
412. 'But' 8/30/2012
413. Cup Couplets 8/30/2012
414. Carnival Time 8/30/2012
415. Yarra Glen 8/30/2012
416. Wisdom After Victory 8/30/2012
417. Why! 9/1/2012
418. Call For Contributions 9/1/2012
419. The Call 9/3/2012
420. Culture And Cops 9/3/2012
421. The Debate 9/3/2012
422. The Disagreeable Musician 9/4/2012
423. The Calm 9/4/2012
424. Winter 8/31/2012
425. Cherchez La Femme 8/31/2012
426. Whales 8/31/2012
427. Cobbers And Quids 8/31/2012
428. The Demon Milk 8/31/2012
429. Heigh, Ho! 8/31/2012
430. Whose Blame? 8/31/2012
431. Week-Ends 8/31/2012
432. Cataclysm 8/31/2012
433. The Dinkum Aussie Block 8/30/2012
434. Why A Picnic, Jane? 8/30/2012
435. Care Free Bloke's Cigar 8/30/2012
436. Camperdown 8/30/2012
437. Consummation 8/31/2012
438. Work Or Reflection 9/4/2012
439. Yarra Flats 9/4/2012
440. The Candid Candidate 9/4/2012
Best Poem of Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

Hist!

Hist! . . . . . . Hark!
The night is very dark,
And we've to go a mile or so
Across the Possum Park.

Step . . . . . . light,
Keeping to the right;
If we delay, and lose our way,
We'll be out half the night.
The clouds are low and gloomy. Oh!
It's just begun to mist!
We haven't any overcoats
And - Hist! . . . . . . Hist!

(Mo . . . . . . poke!)
Who was that that spoke?
This is not a fitting spot
To make a silly joke.

Dear . . . . . . me!
A mopoke in a tree!
It jarred me so, I didn't know
Whatever it could be.
But come along;...

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Old Farmer Jack

Old farmer Jack gazed on his wheat,
And feared the frost would nip it.
Said he, "it's nearly seven feet -
I must begin to strip 'it.

He stripped it with a stripper and
He bagged it with a bagger;
The bags were all so lumpy that
They made the bumper stagger.

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