Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

681. A Digger's Tale 3/21/2012
682. Anzac 8/31/2012
683. A Blind Man In The Street 8/31/2012
684. Half A Man 3/21/2012
685. Green Walls 8/30/2012
686. Growing Pains 8/30/2012
687. The Dominant Male 8/28/2012
688. The Swagman 1/1/2004
689. Galloping Horses 8/28/2012
690. The Crusaders 9/3/2012
691. An Echo From Africa 8/29/2012
692. A Ballad Of Freedom 9/4/2012
693. A Cricket Casualty 8/29/2012
694. A Ballad For Elderly Kids 9/4/2012
695. Distrust Appearances 8/30/2012
696. Wooloomooloo (A Riddle) 1/1/2004
697. You And I 1/1/2004
698. The Drovers 1/1/2004
699. A Dogs' View 8/30/2012
700. Cuppacumalonga 1/1/2004
701. The Triantiwontigongolope 1/1/2004
702. The Music Of Your Voice 1/1/2004
703. Our Cow 1/1/2004
704. The Axeman 1/1/2004
705. Bird Song 1/1/2004
706. The Famine And The Feast 1/1/2004
707. Old Black Jacko 1/1/2004
708. The Austral-Aise 1/1/2004
709. Lullaby 1/1/2004
710. Polly Dibbs 1/1/2004
711. The Looking Glass 1/1/2004
712. The Long Road Home 1/1/2004
713. The I'D Like To Be........ Series 1/1/2004
714. The Dawn Dance 1/1/2004
715. Old Farmer Jack 1/1/2004
716. The Band 1/1/2004
717. The Ant Explorer 1/1/2004
718. Going To School 1/1/2004
719. Growing Up 1/1/2004
720. The Circus 1/1/2004

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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