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Wheat –  Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

‘Sowin’ things an’ growin’ things, an’ watchin’ of ’em grow;  That’s the game,’ my father said, an’ father ought to know.  ‘Settin’ things an’ gettin’ things to grow for folks to eat:  That’s the life,’ my father said, ‘that’s very … Continue reading

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Youth Revisited – Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

Can this be the old town of wheat-teams and saddle-hacks,  Of Ted Toll’s smithy, with the anvil ringing clear,  Of stacks in the station yard, and stockmen, and farming hands,  Of bow-legged bound’ry riders coming in for beer  This strange, … Continue reading

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Winter – Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

Winter comes; and our complaints  Grow apace as summer faints,  Waning days grow dull and drear,  Something tells, too well, I fear,  That I’ve found a germ or two;  Something seems – ee! – ah! Tish-OO.  Subthig certigly does tell  … Continue reading

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Uncle Jim – Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

‘I got no time fer wasters, lad,’ sez ‘e,  ‘Give me a man wiv grit,’ sez Uncle Jim.  ‘E bores ‘is cute ole eyes right into me,  While I stares ‘ard an’ gives it back to ‘im.  Then orl at … Continue reading

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War Song – Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

Sing a song o’ Hempire  Mother’s took a fit,  Nasty Germans buildin’ ships,  An’ never mentioned it.  Buildin’ beastly warships,  Quite a tidy few;  Mother’s got an awful start  Baby’s got it too.  The King was in the Customs House,  … Continue reading

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To A Dead Mate  – Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

There’s many a man who rides today  In the lonely, far out-back;  There’s many a man who makes his way  On a dusty bushland track;  There’s many a man in bush and town  Who mourns for a good mate gone;  … Continue reading

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Wanderers Lost  – Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

Oh, we are the phantoms of rovers lost  See how the mocking mirages play!  Men who have ventured and paid the cost.  Lone, waiting women, ’tis vain to pray!  We dies unshriven, as rovers die,  And no man knows where … Continue reading

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