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Poem Title:  Christmas Scene

Poem Category:  Humerous/ Funny Poems

Poet:  C.J. Dennis

Poet Biography: 
C J Dennis (1876- 1938), was a Poet & Journalist born in Auburn, South Australia. Christened Clarence Michael James, and afterwards given the confirmation name of Stanislaus. He preferred to be known as Den.

To this green place the tourists troop,
By twos, by threes, and group by group,
Lads in bright blazers, girls in slacks,
Hikers with rucksack on their backs.
And bush ways, till their advent stilled,
With joyous shouting now is filled
"Cooee!" each gay town-dweller cries,
And counts himself full forest wise.

An old grey bushman lounging by
Marks the sophisticated cry
And smiles a little as he says,
"The city folk got real queer ways.
What's this here 'cooee' mean at all?
Seems like a kind of mating call.
Childish they seem." He smiles again,
The wise one in his own domain.

Here's his revenge for all he meets
Of stares and smiles in city streets,
For ridicule and laughing snubs
By city paths and city pubs.
He deems it now the crowning joke
To "pull the legs" of city folk.
"What? Snakes?" says he. "By gosh, you're right.
It's days like this they're apt to fight."

So moves the pageantry today
By many a pleasant bushland way,
And laughing crowds wake merriment
Where once, mid silences there went
Some waadering band of blacks, to seek,
Their scanty fare by hill and creek,
Less than ten score of years ago.
And of the future? Who may know.

Content amid this Christmas scene
Of gleaming sky and glowing green
And happy shouts, one well might pray
For even yet some happier day
When, growing saner, kindlier still,
May may devise, by wooded hill
And shaded vale, some scene of mirth
As yet unvisioned on our eath.

Is it for this our feet are set,
While war and folly men forget?
Or muist this land drift back again
To primal silence, making vain
All that our vaunted progress won?
Who knows? Who cares? Here is the sun!
Glad youth calls youth by hill and creek. . . .
These are no thoughts for Christmas week.

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