Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

401. Christmas Scene 8/29/2012
402. Cherry 8/29/2012
403. Caesar Redivivus 8/29/2012
404. Convalescence 8/30/2012
405. Corryong 8/29/2012
406. The Bush Veteran 8/29/2012
407. Winter Rhapsody 8/29/2012
408. Come Ye Home 8/29/2012
409. Country Doctors 8/29/2012
410. Wet 8/29/2012
411. 'But' 8/30/2012
412. Carnival Time 8/30/2012
413. Cup Couplets 8/30/2012
414. Yarra Glen 8/30/2012
415. Wisdom After Victory 8/30/2012
416. Yarrawonga 8/30/2012
417. Call For Contributions 9/1/2012
418. Why! 9/1/2012
419. The Call 9/3/2012
420. The Debate 9/3/2012
421. Culture And Cops 9/3/2012
422. The Calm 9/4/2012
423. The Disagreeable Musician 9/4/2012
424. Cobbers And Quids 8/31/2012
425. The Demon Milk 8/31/2012
426. Whales 8/31/2012
427. Cherchez La Femme 8/31/2012
428. Winter 8/31/2012
429. Cataclysm 8/31/2012
430. Whose Blame? 8/31/2012
431. Heigh, Ho! 8/31/2012
432. Care Free Bloke's Cigar 8/30/2012
433. Camperdown 8/30/2012
434. Why A Picnic, Jane? 8/30/2012
435. The Dinkum Aussie Block 8/30/2012
436. Consummation 8/31/2012
437. Week-Ends 8/31/2012
438. Weary 9/6/2012
439. An Appeal To End Appeals 9/6/2012
440. Dad 9/6/2012

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

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;...

Read the full of Hist!

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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