Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

81. Arch Criminal 8/29/2012
82. Armistice Day 1933 8/30/2012
83. Armistice: To His Dead Cobber From The Sentimental Bloke 8/31/2012
84. Art Is Long - Hair Is Shorter 8/30/2012
85. As Between Pensioners 8/29/2012
86. As Old George Said 8/29/2012
87. Asking Too Much 9/4/2012
88. Aunt Evangeline Approves 8/29/2012
89. Autumn Interlude 8/28/2012
90. Autumn Song 8/28/2012
91. 'Ave A 'Eart! 9/3/2012
92. Averted Violence 9/5/2012
93. Bacchus Marsh 8/29/2012
94. Ballad Of Bopard Defied 8/29/2012
95. Ballad Of Captious Critics 8/29/2012
96. Ballad Of Lieges 8/30/2012
97. Ballarat 8/30/2012
98. Barley Grass 9/6/2012
99. Beauty's Blemish 8/31/2012
100. Beef Tea 9/3/2012
101. Before The War 9/3/2012
102. Benalla 8/30/2012
103. Bendigo 8/30/2012
104. Bert 9/6/2012
105. Bill 9/4/2012
106. 'Billy' 8/31/2012
107. Billy's Policeman 8/30/2012
108. Bird - Seed 8/29/2012
109. Bird Song 1/1/2004
110. Bird Song - Crow 9/1/2012
111. Bird Song - Kookaburra 9/1/2012
112. Birds, Batsmen And Bowlers 8/29/2012
113. Birthday Honours 8/30/2012
114. Black And White 8/31/2012
115. Black Saturday 8/30/2012
116. Black-Out 8/31/2012
117. Blokes 8/31/2012
118. Bobbie 8/30/2012
119. 'Bobbie' For Brotherhood 8/28/2012
120. Bonds 9/5/2012
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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