Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis Poems

161. Country Roads ~ White Horse Road 8/31/2012
162. Country Towns - Boort 8/29/2012
163. Country Towns - Portland 8/29/2012
164. Cow 9/6/2012
165. Culture And Cops 9/3/2012
166. Cup Couplets 8/30/2012
167. Cuppacumalonga 1/1/2004
168. Dad 9/6/2012
169. Dad On The Test 8/28/2012
170. Dad's Philanthropic Plan 9/5/2012
171. Dandenong 8/30/2012
172. Dargo 8/30/2012
173. Dawn 8/31/2012
174. Definitions 8/28/2012
175. Digger Smith 3/21/2012
176. Dinner And Dinty 8/30/2012
177. Discerning Mr. Murphy 9/6/2012
178. Disputed Boundaries 8/29/2012
179. Distrust Appearances 8/30/2012
180. Dogs 9/1/2012
181. Doreen 9/5/2012
182. Down, But Not Out 8/29/2012
183. Drapers Dummies 8/30/2012
184. Duck An' Fowl 9/3/2012
185. Dummy Bridge 9/1/2012
186. Dusk 3/21/2012
187. Dust 9/1/2012
188. Early Morning Tea 8/29/2012
189. Earth's Oldest Show 8/29/2012
190. 'Eats' 8/31/2012
191. Echoes 9/4/2012
192. Echuca 8/29/2012
193. Election Aftermath 8/30/2012
194. Emily Ann 9/3/2012
195. Ep - And - Ein 8/30/2012
196. Erb 8/31/2012
197. Escape 8/31/2012
198. Ethics For Infants 8/30/2012
199. Farewell Cable Tram 8/29/2012
200. 'Fathercraft' 8/30/2012
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!

Old Farmer Jack

Old farmer Jack gazed on his wheat,
And feared the frost would nip it.
Said he, "it's nearly seven feet -
I must begin to strip 'it.

He stripped it with a stripper and
He bagged it with a bagger;
The bags were all so lumpy that
They made the bumper stagger.

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