Spike Milligan

(16 April 1918 – 27 February 2002 / Ahmednagar)

The Soldiers At Lauro - Poem by Spike Milligan

Young are our dead
Like babies they lie
The wombs they blest once
Not healed dry
And yet - too soon
Into each space
A cold earth falls
On colder face.
Quite still they lie
These fresh-cut reeds
Clutched in earth
Like winter seeds
But they will not bloom
When called by spring
To burst with leaf
And blossoming
They sleep on
In silent dust
As crosses rot
And helmets rust.

Topic(s) of this poem: soldiers


Comments about The Soldiers At Lauro by Spike Milligan

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (8/1/2016 3:23:00 AM)


    Profound poem, nicely written. (Report) Reply

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  • Fabrizio Frosini (10/22/2015 1:28:00 PM)


    yes.. this is a real poem.. (Report) Reply

  • (11/22/2005 4:23:00 PM)


    Very Poignant...

    Should be used for rememberance day
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Monday, December 22, 2014


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