Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

601. Fust Mate Joe 9/5/2012
602. The Capital Site 9/5/2012
603. The Song Of The Sulky Stockman 1/1/2004
604. A Guide For Poits 3/21/2012
605. Autumn Song 8/28/2012
606. As Between Pensioners 8/29/2012
607. Anticlimax 8/28/2012
608. Ballad Of Bopard Defied 8/29/2012
609. Ballad Of Captious Critics 8/29/2012
610. Bacchus Marsh 8/29/2012
611. Aunt Evangeline Approves 8/29/2012
612. Benalla 8/30/2012
613. Hats 8/30/2012
614. Ballad Of Lieges 8/30/2012
615. For A Canberra Tablet 8/30/2012
616. Bendigo 8/30/2012
617. Armistice Day 1933 8/30/2012
618. Antarctic Pioneers 8/31/2012
619. Fire Bugs 8/31/2012
620. Anzac Square: What The Digger Said 8/31/2012
621. French Leave 8/31/2012
622. 'Eats' 8/31/2012
623. Gus 8/31/2012
624. Ballarat 8/30/2012
625. Guardian Angels 9/4/2012
626. A Fair Risk 9/4/2012
627. 'Ave A 'Eart! 9/3/2012
628. Beef Tea 9/3/2012
629. Before The War 9/3/2012
630. Another Fusion 9/5/2012
631. Asking Too Much 9/4/2012
632. Barley Grass 9/6/2012
633. Averted Violence 9/5/2012
634. A Dirge Of The Morning After 9/4/2012
635. A Different Route 9/5/2012
636. A Few Lines To Beauty 9/1/2012
637. A Fair Spin 9/1/2012
638. A Deep Sea Chantey 9/1/2012
639. A Bouquet 9/1/2012
640. The Corpse That Won'T Lie Still 9/4/2012

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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