Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

481. A Square Deal 9/3/2012
482. A Lonely Man 9/1/2012
483. A Morning Song 9/1/2012
484. Bird Song - Kookaburra 9/1/2012
485. A Love Letter 9/1/2012
486. A Likely Lad 8/30/2012
487. Bright 8/30/2012
488. A Quest For Tophet 8/30/2012
489. Black Saturday 8/30/2012
490. Bobbie 8/30/2012
491. Billy's Policeman 8/30/2012
492. A Letter From England 8/30/2012
493. Aesthete In The Avenue 8/30/2012
494. Bridles For Butterflies 8/29/2012
495. Adulations Artful Aid 8/29/2012
496. Country Towns - Boort 8/29/2012
497. A Matter Of Privacy 8/29/2012
498. Aldermen And Antirrhinum 8/28/2012
499. Accorjins 8/28/2012
500. Bones, A.B. Is Reminded 8/28/2012
501. An Apt Pupil 8/29/2012
502. Advance Australia 8/28/2012
503. Brightness Breaches And The Beak 8/28/2012
504. 'Bobbie' For Brotherhood 8/28/2012
505. Country Pubs 8/30/2012
506. Country Roads ~ Pretty Sally 8/31/2012
507. Colac 8/30/2012
508. The Dance 9/6/2012
509. Brown's Tram 9/5/2012
510. Affable Alf 9/5/2012
511. An Old Man Muses 8/30/2012
512. Another Economic Riddle 8/31/2012
513. Tea Talk 9/1/2012
514. Bird Song - Crow 9/1/2012
515. A Freak Of Spring 9/3/2012
516. Bountiful Rain 8/30/2012
517. Birds, Batsmen And Bowlers 8/29/2012
518. Bottle-O Benny 8/29/2012
519. A Message: Armistice Day 1936 8/28/2012
520. A Hymn Of Heat 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

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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