Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

641. A Few Lines To Beauty 9/1/2012
642. A Few Remarks On Goats, Asses And The Dead Hand 9/4/2012
643. The Corpse That Won'T Lie Still 9/4/2012
644. A Bush Christmas 8/31/2012
645. Beauty's Blemish 8/31/2012
646. A Beauty Hint 8/31/2012
647. Averted Violence 9/5/2012
648. A Dirge Of The Morning After 9/4/2012
649. A Different Route 9/5/2012
650. The Dominant Male 8/28/2012
651. The Spotted Heifers 1/1/2004
652. The Traveller 1/1/2004
653. The White Foxglove 1/1/2004
654. A Chantey Of Labor's Lost 8/28/2012
655. A Forest Scene 8/30/2012
656. A Different Meaning 9/5/2012
657. When The Sun's Behind The Hill 9/4/2012
658. A Cricket Casualty 8/29/2012
659. Hakim Kahn 8/29/2012
660. Early Morning Tea 8/29/2012
661. Heat-Wave 8/30/2012
662. Drapers Dummies 8/30/2012
663. Galloping Days 8/28/2012
664. Erb 8/31/2012
665. The Deadly Dummy 8/31/2012
666. The Censor 9/3/2012
667. Ginger's Cobber 9/3/2012
668. The Dark Horse 9/1/2012
669. Autumn Interlude 8/28/2012
670. Arch Criminal 8/29/2012
671. A Letter To The Front 3/21/2012
672. Art Is Long - Hair Is Shorter 8/30/2012
673. Get Work 9/4/2012
674. The Song Of The Sulky Stockman 1/1/2004
675. An Old Master 3/21/2012
676. Armistice: To His Dead Cobber From The Sentimental Bloke 8/31/2012
677. Anzac Eve 9/3/2012
678. Gentlemen! 9/4/2012
679. The Chase Of Ages 9/5/2012
680. A Duty Done - 1933 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!

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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