Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

281. In Time 9/4/2012
282. The Bar-Room Patriot 9/4/2012
283. The Heart Of The Dove 9/4/2012
284. My Epitaph 9/4/2012
285. There Once Was A Fellow Called Croll 9/4/2012
286. The Martyr Of Bovinia 9/4/2012
287. The Eternal Circle 9/4/2012
288. Son Of A Fool 9/4/2012
289. The Bloke Wot Gits The Girls 9/4/2012
290. Moonlight 9/4/2012
291. The Woes Of Bill 9/4/2012
292. The Minglers 9/4/2012
293. Kisses And The Rhythmic Principle 9/4/2012
294. The Impervious Iceberg 9/4/2012
295. The Mountain Laboured 9/4/2012
296. The Joy Ride 9/4/2012
297. The Weary Philosopher 9/4/2012
298. The Age Of Reason 9/4/2012
299. Masefield, Poet And Man 9/4/2012
300. The Great God Guff 9/4/2012
301. The Freetrade Rabbit Pie 9/4/2012
302. The Fortunes Of Grandison Lee 9/4/2012
303. The Liberal Constitution 9/4/2012
304. The Mellowing Of Joe 9/4/2012
305. The Hoary Precedent 9/4/2012
306. The Leader That Was Pushed 9/4/2012
307. King Billy Chips In 9/4/2012
308. The Interloper 9/5/2012
309. The Martyred Democrat 9/5/2012
310. The Intro 9/4/2012
311. Kids! 9/5/2012
312. His Bread And His Art 9/5/2012
313. The Lingothatweuze 9/5/2012
314. The Apologist 9/5/2012
315. The Insect 9/5/2012
316. The Wobblers 9/5/2012
317. The Wobble 9/5/2012
318. If Cohen Would 9/5/2012
319. The Idolators 9/5/2012
320. The Over-Fed Fuse 9/5/2012

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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