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The Band The Band

The Band
Hey, there! Listen awhile! Listen awhile, and come.Down in the street there are marching feet, and I hear the beat of a drum.Bim! Boom!! Out of the room! Pick up your hat and fly!Isn't it grand? The band! The band! The band is marching by!Oh, the clarinet is the finest yet, and the uniforms are gay. Tah, rah! We don't go home-- Oom, pah! We won't go home--Oh, we shan't go home, and we can't go home when the band begins to play.Oh,... Poems - Post by : Cybersell - Date : October 2011 - Author : Clarence James Dennis - Read : 1280

The Long Road Home The Long Road Home

The Long Road Home
When I go back from Billy's place I always have to roamThe 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.I look around upon the ground and, if there are no lizards,I go right... Poems - Post by : DavidJames - Date : October 2011 - Author : Clarence James Dennis - Read : 2659

The Drovers The Drovers

The Drovers
Out across the spinifex, out across the sand,Out across the saltbush to Never Never land That's the way the drovers go, jogging down the track-- That's the way the drovers go. But how do they come back?Back across the saltbush from Never Never land.Back across the spinifex, back across the sand.(The end)Clarence James Dennis's poem: Drovers... Poems - Post by : dianevoyles - Date : October 2011 - Author : Clarence James Dennis - Read : 832

The Axe-man The Axe-man

The Axe-man
High on the hills the tall trees grow,There lives an axeman that I know.From his little hut by a ferny creek,Day after day, week after week,He goes each morn with his shining axe,Trudging along by the forest tracks;And he chops and he chops till the daylight goes--High on the hills the blue-gum grows.(Chip! . . Chop! . . Chip! . . Chop!)There's a log to move and a branch to lop.Now to the felling! His sharp axe bitesInto a tree on the forest heights,And scarce for a breath does the axeman stop--(Chip! . .... Poems - Post by : jlgbuss - Date : October 2011 - Author : Clarence James Dennis - Read : 3447

The Tram-man The Tram-man

The Tram-man
I'd like to be a Tram-man, and ride about all day,Calling out, "Fares, please!" in quite a 'ficious way,With pockets full of pennies which I'd make the people pay.But in the hottest days I'd take my tram down to the Bay;And when I saw the nice cool sea I'd shout "Hip, hip, hooray!"But I wouldn't be a Tram-man if. . . . I couldn't stop and play.... Poems - Post by : Rob_Jean - Date : October 2011 - Author : Clarence James Dennis - Read : 917

The Boy Who Rode Into The Sunset The Boy Who Rode Into The Sunset

The Boy Who Rode Into The Sunset
Once upon a time--it was not so very long ago, either--a little boy, named Neville, lived with his people in a house which was almost in the country. That is to say, it was just at the edge of the city; and at the back of the house was a rather large hill, which was quite bald. Neville, who was fond of playing by himself, would often wander to the top of the bald hill; and if he stood right on top of it and looked one way, toward the East, he could see right over the city, with all its... Short Stories - Post by : helmer - Date : October 2011 - Author : Clarence James Dennis - Read : 3071

The Music Of Your Voice The Music Of Your Voice

The Music Of Your Voice
A vase upon the mantelpiece, A ship upon the sea,A goat upon a mountain-top Are much the same to me;But when you mention melon jam, Or picnics by the creek,Or apple pies, or pantomimes, I love to hear you speak.The date of Magna Charta or The doings of the Dutch,Or capes, or towns, or verbs, or nouns Do not excite me much;But when you mention motor rides-- Down by the sea for choiceOr chasing games, or chocolates, I love to hear your voice.(The end)Clarence James... Poems - Post by : skybluep - Date : October 2011 - Author : Clarence James Dennis - Read : 1863

Bird Song (i Am Friendly With The Sparrow) Bird Song (i Am Friendly With The Sparrow)

Bird Song (i Am Friendly With The Sparrow)
I am friendly with the sparrowThough his mind is rather narrow And his manners--well, the less we say the better.But as day begins to peep,When I hear his cheery "Cheep" I am ready to admit I am his debtorI delight in red-browed finchesAnd all birds of scanty inches. Willie wagtail is a pleasant bird, and coy.All the babblers, chats and wrens,Tits and robins, and their hens, Are my very special friends, and bring me joy.(The end)Clarence James Dennis's poem: Bird Song... Poems - Post by : avtar - Date : October 2011 - Author : Clarence James Dennis - Read : 1552

Hist! Hist!

Hist!
Hist! . . . . . . Hark!The night is very dark,And we've to go a mile or soAcross 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 overcoatsAnd--Hist! . . . . . . Hist!(Mo . . . . . . poke!)Who was that that spoke?This is not a fitting spotTo make a silly joke.Dear . . . . . . me!A mopoke in a tree!It jarred me so, I didn't knowWhatever it... Poems - Post by : Martin_Sojka - Date : October 2011 - Author : Clarence James Dennis - Read : 2993

Going To School Going To School

Going To School
Did you see them pass to-day, Billy, Kate and Robin,All astride upon the back of old grey Dobbin?Jigging, jogging off to school, down the dusty track--What must Dobbin think of it--three upon his back?Robin at the bridle-rein, in the middle Kate,Billy holding on behind, his legs out straight.Now they're coming back from school, jig, jog, jig.See them at the corner where the gums grow big;Dobbin flicking off the flies and blinking at the sun--Having three upon his back he thinks is splendid fun:Robin at the bridle-rein, in the middle Kate,Little Billy up behind, his legs out straight.(The end)Clarence James Dennis's poem:... Poems - Post by : RDiazAssoc - Date : October 2011 - Author : Clarence James Dennis - Read : 1026

You And I You And I

You And I
They say the eagle is a birdThat sees some splendid sightsWhen he soars high into the skyUpon his dizzy flights:He sees the ground for miles aroundOur house, and Billy Johnson's;But we cannot be eagles, forThat would, of course, be nonsense.But you and I, some summer day,Providing we're allowed,Will go up in an aeroplaneAnd sail right through a cloud.But, if they say we may not go,We'll stay upon the groundWith other things that have no wings,And watch them walk around.They say the bottom of the seaIs beautiful to view;They say the fish, whene'er they wish,Can sail and see it, too;The shining pearls,... Poems - Post by : stucatsu - Date : October 2011 - Author : Clarence James Dennis - Read : 2504

The Circus The Circus

The Circus
Hey, there! Hoop-la! the circus is in town!Have you seen the elephant? Have you seen the clown?Have you seen the dappled horse gallop round the ring?Have you seen the acrobats on the dizzy swing?Have you seen the tumbling men tumble up and down?Hoop-la! Hoop-la! the circus is in town!Hey, there! Hoop-la! Here's the circus troupe!Here's the educated dog, jumping through the hoop.See the lady Blondin with the parasol and fan,The lad upon the ladder and the india-rubber man.See the joyful juggler and the boy who loops the loop.Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Here's... Poems - Post by : residual - Date : October 2011 - Author : Clarence James Dennis - Read : 2179

The Triantiwontigongolope The Triantiwontigongolope

The Triantiwontigongolope
There's a very funny insect that you do not often spy,And it isn't quite a spider, and it isn't quite a fly;It is something like a beetle, and a little like a bee,But nothing like a wooly grub that climbs upon a tree.Its name is quite a hard one, but you'll learn it soon, I hope.So try: Tri- Tri-anti-wonti- Triantiwontigongolope.It lives on weeds and wattle-gum, and has a funny face;Its appetite is hearty, and its manners a disgrace.When first you come upon it, it will give... Poems - Post by : eolim - Date : October 2011 - Author : Clarence James Dennis - Read : 3000

The Pieman The Pieman

The Pieman
I'd like to be a pieman, and ring a little bell,Calling out, "Hot pies! Hot pies to sell!"Apple-pies and Meat-pies, Cherry-pies as well,Lots and lots and lots of pies--more than you can tell.Big, rich Pork-pies! Oh, the lovely smell! But I wouldn't be a pieman if . . . I wasn't very well. Would you?(The end)Clarence James Dennis's poem: Pieman... Poems - Post by : dxhtml - Date : October 2011 - Author : Clarence James Dennis - Read : 3042

The Little Red House The Little Red House

The Little Red House
Very few grown-up people understand houses. Only children understand them properly, and, if I understand them just a little, it is because I knew Sym. Sym and his wife, Emily Ann, lived in the Little Red House. It was built on a rather big mountain, and there were no other houses near it. At one time, long ago, the mountain had been covered all over with a great forest; but men had cut the trees down, all but one big Blue-gum, which grew near the Little Red House. The Blue-gum and the Little Red House were great friends, and often had... Short Stories - Post by : colettel - Date : October 2011 - Author : Clarence James Dennis - Read : 1848

Our Street Our Street

Our Street
In our street, the main street Running thro' the town,You see a lot of busy folk Going up and down:Bag men and basket men, Men with loads of hay,Buying things and selling things And carting things away.The butcher is a funny man, He calls me Dandy Dick;The baker is a cross man, I think he's often sick;The fruiterer's a nice man, He gives me apples, too;The grocer says, "Good morning, boy, What can I do for you?"Of all the men in our street... Poems - Post by : rogers - Date : October 2011 - Author : Clarence James Dennis - Read : 766

The Traveller The Traveller

The Traveller
As I rode in to Burrumbeet,I met a man with funny feet;And, when I paused to ask him whyHis feet were strange, he rolled his eyeAnd said the rain would spoil the wheat;So I rode on to Burrumbeet.As I rode in to Beetaloo,I met a man whose nose was blue;And when I asked him how he gotA nose like that, he answered, "WhatDo bullocks mean when they say 'Moo'?"So I rode on to Beetaloo.As I rode in to Ballarat,I met a man who wore no hat;And, when I said he might take cold,He cried, "The hills are quite as oldAs yonder... Poems - Post by : hectoryrosa - Date : October 2011 - Author : Clarence James Dennis - Read : 2925

The Postman The Postman

The Postman
I'd like to be a postman, and walk along the street,Calling out, "Good Morning, Sir," to gentlemen I meet,Ringing every door-bell all along my beat,In my cap and uniform so very nice and neat.Perhaps I'd have a parasol in case of rain or heat; But I wouldn't be a postman if . . . The walking hurt my feet. Would you?(The end)Clarence James Dennis's poem: Postman... Poems - Post by : Secret_Momentum - Date : October 2011 - Author : Clarence James Dennis - Read : 3635

The Funny Hatter The Funny Hatter

The Funny Hatter
Harry was a funny man, Harry was a hatter;He ate his lunch at breakfast time and said it didn't matter.He made a pot of melon jam and put it on a shelf,For he was fond of sugar things and living by himself.He built a fire of bracken and a blue-gum log,And he sat all night beside it with his big--black--dog.(The end)Clarence James Dennis's poem: Funny Hatter... Poems - Post by : shine4789 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Clarence James Dennis - Read : 1846

Riding Song Riding Song

Riding Song
Flippity-flop! Flippity-flop!Here comes the butcher to bring us a chop Cantering, cantering down the wide street On his little bay mare with the funny white feet;Cantering, cantering out to the farm,Stripes on his apron and basket on arm. Run to the window and tell him to stop-- Flippity-flop! Flippity-flop!(The end)Clarence James Dennis's poem: Riding Song... Poems - Post by : chizik - Date : October 2011 - Author : Clarence James Dennis - Read : 3070