Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

521. All Fools' Day 8/31/2012
522. 'Bosses Don'T Seem Right' - A Christmas Monologue 8/29/2012
523. Bird - Seed 8/29/2012
524. Country Roads ~ White Horse Road 8/31/2012
525. Yule Fever (With Apologies To The King's Minstrel) 8/31/2012
526. Cackle 9/5/2012
527. A New Damon And Pythias 9/4/2012
528. A Song Of Anzac 9/3/2012
529. The Cab Horses' Story 9/1/2012
530. Cosmic Comic Relief 8/30/2012
531. Birthday Honours 8/30/2012
532. Upon The Road To Rockabout 1/1/2004
533. African Interlude 8/28/2012
534. Brothers O' Mine 9/6/2012
535. Accent Conscious 8/28/2012
536. Goophic Phantasm 8/28/2012
537. Grey Thrush At The Door 8/28/2012
538. Definitions 8/28/2012
539. Dad On The Test 8/28/2012
540. Dusk 3/21/2012
541. Digger Smith 3/21/2012
542. West 3/21/2012
543. Wheat 3/21/2012
544. From Fame To Fowls 8/28/2012
545. Further Afric Echoes 8/29/2012
546. Earth's Oldest Show 8/29/2012
547. Down, But Not Out 8/29/2012
548. Disputed Boundaries 8/29/2012
549. The Crisis 8/29/2012
550. The Cosinic Curve 8/29/2012
551. Fitzmickle Unbends 8/30/2012
552. For The Defence 8/30/2012
553. Dargo 8/30/2012
554. The Criminal War 8/30/2012
555. Fruit Of Earth 8/30/2012
556. Election Aftermath 8/30/2012
557. Forbidden Fruit 8/30/2012
558. 'Fathercraft' 8/30/2012
559. Ghost That Wouldn'T Lie Still 8/30/2012
560. Dinner And Dinty 8/30/2012

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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