Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

441. Dad 9/6/2012
442. Charity 9/5/2012
443. Weary 9/6/2012
444. Cow 9/6/2012
445. Work Or Reflection 9/4/2012
446. Yarra Flats 9/4/2012
447. The Dictator 9/5/2012
448. The Disillusioned Fuse 9/5/2012
449. Cooked 9/5/2012
450. Bonds 9/5/2012
451. An Appeal To Women 9/5/2012
452. Cheek 9/5/2012
453. An Error In Creation 9/5/2012
454. Aha! Beware 9/5/2012
455. A Warning To Ladies 9/5/2012
456. The Defence 9/4/2012
457. Breathing-Time 9/4/2012
458. A Mixed Crew 9/5/2012
459. A Matter Of Degree 9/5/2012
460. Bert 9/6/2012
461. Bushmen 8/31/2012
462. The Bush Fire 8/31/2012
463. 'Billy' 8/31/2012
464. A New Year's Toast 8/31/2012
465. A New Year Thought 8/31/2012
466. Black And White 8/31/2012
467. Black-Out 8/31/2012
468. A Land Shanty 8/31/2012
469. An Epitaph 8/31/2012
470. A Post-Cup Tale 8/31/2012
471. A Haven Marred 8/31/2012
472. Blokes 8/31/2012
473. Country Roads ~ The New Chum Road 8/31/2012
474. A Holy War 9/3/2012
475. A War March 9/3/2012
476. Bill 9/4/2012
477. A Song Of Rain 9/4/2012
478. 'A Gallant Gentleman' 9/3/2012
479. A Woman's Way 9/3/2012
480. A Love Song 9/3/2012

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!

Our Cow

Down by the slipralls stands our cow
Chewing, chewing, chewing,
She does not care what folks out there
In the great, big world are doing.
She sees the small cloud-shadows pass
And green grass shining under.
If she does think, what does she think
About it all, I wonder?

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