Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

521. 'Bosses Don'T Seem Right' - A Christmas Monologue 8/29/2012
522. All Fools' Day 8/31/2012
523. Country Roads ~ White Horse Road 8/31/2012
524. Yule Fever (With Apologies To The King's Minstrel) 8/31/2012
525. Cackle 9/5/2012
526. A New Damon And Pythias 9/4/2012
527. A Song Of Anzac 9/3/2012
528. The Cab Horses' Story 9/1/2012
529. Cosmic Comic Relief 8/30/2012
530. Birthday Honours 8/30/2012
531. Upon The Road To Rockabout 1/1/2004
532. Bird - Seed 8/29/2012
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. The Crisis 8/29/2012
547. The Cosinic Curve 8/29/2012
548. Earth's Oldest Show 8/29/2012
549. Down, But Not Out 8/29/2012
550. Disputed Boundaries 8/29/2012
551. Frankenstein 8/29/2012
552. George Jones Reflects 8/29/2012
553. Fruits Of Victory 8/29/2012
554. Healesville 8/30/2012
555. George Jones Wonders 8/29/2012
556. Echuca 8/29/2012
557. Farewell Cable Tram 8/29/2012
558. Fitzmickle Unbends 8/30/2012
559. For The Defence 8/30/2012
560. Dargo 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!

You And I

They say the eagle is a bird
That sees some splendid sights
When he soars high into the sky
Upon his dizzy flights:
He sees the ground for miles around
Our house, and Billy Johnson's;
But we can not be Eagles, for
That would, of course, be nonsense.

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