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!

You And I

They say the eagle is a bird
That sees some splendid sights
When he soars high into the sky
Upon his dizzy flights:
He sees the ground for miles around
Our house, and Billy Johnson's;
But we can not be Eagles, for
That would, of course, be nonsense.

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