Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

561. Echuca 8/29/2012
562. Farewell Cable Tram 8/29/2012
563. Earth's Oldest Show 8/29/2012
564. Down, But Not Out 8/29/2012
565. Disputed Boundaries 8/29/2012
566. George Jones Reflects 8/29/2012
567. Frankenstein 8/29/2012
568. Dust 9/1/2012
569. The Day Of Unrest 9/1/2012
570. Dogs 9/1/2012
571. Duck An' Fowl 9/3/2012
572. Flames 9/1/2012
573. Dummy Bridge 9/1/2012
574. Emily Ann 9/3/2012
575. 'Got-A-Fag' 9/3/2012
576. Grey Thrush 9/3/2012
577. Git-Yer-Gun 9/4/2012
578. Dawn 8/31/2012
579. Ep - And - Ein 8/30/2012
580. Golden Silence 8/31/2012
581. Escape 8/31/2012
582. Dandenong 8/30/2012
583. The Creed Of Old George Jones 8/30/2012
584. Ethics For Infants 8/30/2012
585. Gardeners Grouch 8/30/2012
586. Frank The Jester 8/31/2012
587. Frank And His Little Bank 8/31/2012
588. Futility 8/31/2012
589. Fred 8/31/2012
590. Glory! 8/31/2012
591. The Children Of The Sun 8/31/2012
592. The Castaway 8/31/2012
593. Happy Heathen: (With Limited Apologies To G.K.C.) 8/31/2012
594. Fiduciary Friendship 8/31/2012
595. Good Friday 8/31/2012
596. Discerning Mr. Murphy 9/6/2012
597. Echoes 9/4/2012
598. The Clerk 9/4/2012
599. Granny Discovers Another Tiger 9/4/2012
600. Dad's Philanthropic Plan 9/5/2012

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!

Old Farmer Jack

Old farmer Jack gazed on his wheat,
And feared the frost would nip it.
Said he, "it's nearly seven feet -
I must begin to strip 'it.

He stripped it with a stripper and
He bagged it with a bagger;
The bags were all so lumpy that
They made the bumper stagger.

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