Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

121. Bones, A.B. Is Reminded 8/28/2012
122. 'Bosses Don'T Seem Right' - A Christmas Monologue 8/29/2012
123. Bottle-O Benny 8/29/2012
124. Bountiful Rain 8/30/2012
125. Breathing-Time 9/4/2012
126. Bridles For Butterflies 8/29/2012
127. Bright 8/30/2012
128. Brightness Breaches And The Beak 8/28/2012
129. Brothers O' Mine 9/6/2012
130. Brown's Tram 9/5/2012
131. Bushmen 8/31/2012
132. 'But' 8/30/2012
133. Cackle 9/5/2012
134. Caesar Redivivus 8/29/2012
135. Call For Contributions 9/1/2012
136. Camperdown 8/30/2012
137. Care Free Bloke's Cigar 8/30/2012
138. Carnival Time 8/30/2012
139. Cataclysm 8/31/2012
140. Charity 9/5/2012
141. Cheek 9/5/2012
142. Cherchez La Femme 8/31/2012
143. Cherry 8/29/2012
144. Christmas Scene 8/29/2012
145. City Of Dreams 8/29/2012
146. Cobbers And Quids 8/31/2012
147. Colac 8/30/2012
148. Come Ye Home 8/29/2012
149. Conducted Tour 8/29/2012
150. Confidential Canberra 8/28/2012
151. Consummation 8/31/2012
152. Convalescence 8/30/2012
153. Cooked 9/5/2012
154. Coquette 8/29/2012
155. Corryong 8/29/2012
156. Cosmic Comic Relief 8/30/2012
157. Country Doctors 8/29/2012
158. Country Pubs 8/30/2012
159. Country Roads ~ Pretty Sally 8/31/2012
160. Country Roads ~ The New Chum Road 8/31/2012

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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