Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

361. Old Farmer Jack 1/1/2004
362. Old Jim Shore 8/30/2012
363. Old Pete Parraday 8/30/2012
364. Old Town Types 8/28/2012
365. Old Town Types No 20 - Mr Blades The Butcher 8/28/2012
366. Old Town Types No. 10 - Big Doc Littlejohn 8/28/2012
367. Old Town Types No. 12 - Mrs Munn, The Nurse 8/29/2012
368. Old Town Types No. 13 - Larrikin Luke 8/29/2012
369. Old Town Types No. 15 - Mrs Felix Donnett 8/29/2012
370. Old Town Types No. 16 - Mr Tank 8/29/2012
371. Old Town Types No. 18 8/29/2012
372. Old Town Types No. 21 - Mr Woolin-Wister 8/29/2012
373. Old Town Types No. 22 - The Baker 8/28/2012
374. Old Town Types No. 23 - Little Miss Mix 8/29/2012
375. Old Town Types No. 25 - Black Peter Myloh 8/30/2012
376. Old Town Types No. 26 - Dr. Andy Deveraux 8/29/2012
377. Old Town Types No. 28 - Lah-Di-Dah Lane 8/29/2012
378. Old Town Types No. 29 - Miss Trapp, The Music Teacher 8/29/2012
379. Old Town Types No. 4 - Our Mr. Trim 8/29/2012
380. Old Town Types No. 5 - Mr Mead The Printer 8/29/2012
381. Old Town Types No. 6 - Flash Phil 8/29/2012
382. Old Town Types No. 7 8/28/2012
383. Old Town Types No. 9 - Long John, The Snob 8/29/2012
384. Old Town Types No.1 - The Old Town 8/28/2012
385. Old Town Types No.11 8/29/2012
386. Old Town Types No.15 - Mrs Felix Donnett 8/28/2012
387. Old Town Types No.17- Mr Bodge The Banker 8/28/2012
388. Old Town Types No.2 - Red Matt 8/28/2012
389. Old Town Types No27 - Sergeant Mat Mcgillicuddy 8/28/2012
390. Omeo 8/30/2012
391. On The Road To Jericho 9/5/2012
392. On With The Dance! 8/30/2012
393. One Dull Man 8/31/2012
394. One Happy Man 8/31/2012
395. One Hundred Years 8/30/2012
396. Our Black Brudder 9/5/2012
397. Our Cow 1/1/2004
398. Our Rampant Coat-Of-Arms 8/30/2012
399. Our Street 1/1/2004
400. Our Town Awakes 8/28/2012
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;...

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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