Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

321. The Bleating Of The Sheep 9/5/2012
322. Langwidge 9/5/2012
323. Suburbia 9/5/2012
324. The Hymn 9/5/2012
325. War Song 9/5/2012
326. Our Black Brudder 9/5/2012
327. It Was Never Contemplated 9/5/2012
328. The Anti-Socialist 9/5/2012
329. The Kid 9/5/2012
330. On The Road To Jericho 9/5/2012
331. Hundreds And Thousands 9/5/2012
332. Jones M.P. 9/5/2012
333. In The First Elective Ministry 9/5/2012
334. The Faithless Fantods 9/5/2012
335. The Dream And The Cup 9/5/2012
336. The Alternative - 1908 9/5/2012
337. The Holy Constitution 9/5/2012
338. The Mendicants 9/5/2012
339. The March 9/5/2012
340. K'shoo 9/5/2012
341. The Lovers 9/6/2012
342. The High Priest 9/6/2012
343. The Fowl 9/6/2012
344. Wanderers Lost 9/6/2012
345. Hopeful Hawkins 9/6/2012
346. The Baker 9/6/2012
347. The Boys Out There 9/6/2012
348. Jim's Girl 9/6/2012
349. The Bore 9/6/2012
350. Introduction: Rose Of Spadgers 9/6/2012
351. Roamin' Free 9/6/2012
352. The Mystic 9/5/2012
353. Waiting 9/4/2012
354. The Ballad Of Bill's Breeches 9/4/2012
355. Toolangi 9/4/2012
356. The Bridge Across The Crick 9/4/2012
357. The Invalid 9/4/2012
358. The Reaper In The Bush 9/3/2012
359. To A Dead Mate 9/1/2012
360. Immune 8/31/2012
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;...

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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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