Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

1. A Ballad For Elderly Kids 9/4/2012
2. A Ballad Of Freedom 9/4/2012
3. A Beauty Hint 8/31/2012
4. A Blind Man In The Street 8/31/2012
5. A Bouquet 9/1/2012
6. A Bush Christmas 8/31/2012
7. A Case For Kings 8/29/2012
8. A Change Of Air 1/1/2004
9. A Chantey Of Labor's Lost 8/28/2012
10. A Cricket Casualty 8/29/2012
11. A Deep Sea Chantey 9/1/2012
12. A Different Meaning 9/5/2012
13. A Different Route 9/5/2012
14. A Digger's Tale 3/21/2012
15. A Dirge Of The Morning After 9/4/2012
16. A Dogs' View 8/30/2012
17. A Duty Done - 1933 8/30/2012
18. A Duty Done - 1935 8/28/2012
19. A Fair Exchange 8/30/2012
20. A Fair Risk 9/4/2012
21. A Fair Spin 9/1/2012
22. A Fair Warning 8/29/2012
23. A Few Lines To Beauty 9/1/2012
24. A Few Remarks On Goats, Asses And The Dead Hand 9/4/2012
25. A Forest Scene 8/30/2012
26. A Freak Of Spring 9/3/2012
27. 'A Gallant Gentleman' 9/3/2012
28. A Guide For Poits 3/21/2012
29. A Haven Marred 8/31/2012
30. A Holy War 9/3/2012
31. A Hymn Of Heat 8/28/2012
32. A Land Shanty 8/31/2012
33. A Letter From England 8/30/2012
34. A Letter To The Front 3/21/2012
35. A Likely Lad 8/30/2012
36. A Lonely Man 9/1/2012
37. A Love Letter 9/1/2012
38. A Love Song 9/3/2012
39. A Matter Of Degree 9/5/2012
40. A Matter Of Privacy 8/29/2012
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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