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. Weary 9/6/2012
443. Charity 9/5/2012
444. The Dictator 9/5/2012
445. The Disillusioned Fuse 9/5/2012
446. Cow 9/6/2012
447. Haw! 9/6/2012
448. An Appeal To End Appeals 9/6/2012
449. Cheek 9/5/2012
450. A Mixed Crew 9/5/2012
451. A Matter Of Degree 9/5/2012
452. Bert 9/6/2012
453. Bonds 9/5/2012
454. An Error In Creation 9/5/2012
455. An Appeal To Women 9/5/2012
456. Aha! Beware 9/5/2012
457. A Warning To Ladies 9/5/2012
458. Breathing-Time 9/4/2012
459. The Defence 9/4/2012
460. Bushmen 8/31/2012
461. The Bush Fire 8/31/2012
462. 'Billy' 8/31/2012
463. A Letter From England 8/30/2012
464. A New Year Thought 8/31/2012
465. A New Year's Toast 8/31/2012
466. Black-Out 8/31/2012
467. A Land Shanty 8/31/2012
468. An Epitaph 8/31/2012
469. Country Roads ~ The New Chum Road 8/31/2012
470. A Post-Cup Tale 8/31/2012
471. A Haven Marred 8/31/2012
472. Blokes 8/31/2012
473. A Song Of Rain 9/4/2012
474. Bill 9/4/2012
475. A War March 9/3/2012
476. A Holy War 9/3/2012
477. 'A Gallant Gentleman' 9/3/2012
478. A Woman's Way 9/3/2012
479. A Love Song 9/3/2012
480. A Square Deal 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

Growing Up

Little Tommy Tadpole began to weep and wail,
For little Tommy Tadpole had lost his little tail;
And his mother didn't know him as he wept upon a log,
For he wasn't Tommy Tadpole, but Mr. Thomas Frog.

Read the full of Growing Up

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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