Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

241. Sari Bair 9/3/2012
242. Over The Fence 9/3/2012
243. The Straight Griffin 9/3/2012
244. The Knight's Return 9/3/2012
245. Out West 9/3/2012
246. War 9/3/2012
247. The Push 9/3/2012
248. In Spadger's Lane 9/3/2012
249. The Stoush O' Day 9/3/2012
250. The Game 9/3/2012
251. Rabbits 9/3/2012
252. Ogs 9/3/2012
253. Possum 9/3/2012
254. The Growth Of Sym 9/3/2012
255. 'Paw' 9/3/2012
256. The End Of Joi 9/3/2012
257. The Vision 9/3/2012
258. Sym, Son Of Joy 9/3/2012
259. Jim 9/3/2012
260. The Seer 9/3/2012
261. The Rhymes Of Sym 9/3/2012
262. The Faltering Knight 9/3/2012
263. Listeners Luck 9/3/2012
264. The Swanks Of Gosh 9/3/2012
265. The Glug Quest 9/3/2012
266. The Stones Of Gosh 9/3/2012
267. Joi, The Glug 9/3/2012
268. Narcissus 9/3/2012
269. Spike Wegg 9/3/2012
270. The Little Homes 9/3/2012
271. Hitched 9/4/2012
272. Mar 9/4/2012
273. Uncle Jim 9/4/2012
274. The Stror 'At Coot 9/4/2012
275. The Kid 9/4/2012
276. The Siren 9/4/2012
277. The Boon Of Discontent 9/4/2012
278. Hymn Of Futility 9/4/2012
279. The Builders 9/4/2012
280. The Philistine 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!

Our Cow

Down by the slipralls stands our cow
Chewing, chewing, chewing,
She does not care what folks out there
In the great, big world are doing.
She sees the small cloud-shadows pass
And green grass shining under.
If she does think, what does she think
About it all, I wonder?

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