On the evening of first July my fellow poet, Neil Beardmore and I held a poetry reading at All Saint’s Church in Wing to remember the men killed on the first day of the battle of the Somme. In choosing which poems to include we went back to the words of the men who fought  from the well-known Siegfried Sassoon and Ivor Gurney to  the less familiar David Jones and Noel Hodgson and included in  the programme are the voices of women who did not have to go over the top and had the task of coping with the consequences of the war.  We also included response poems written by Neil, myself and Vanessa Gebbie. This was a small scale local event and not a grand affair like some of the other commemorations which took place across the UK and France but I wanted to do something quietly and by means of poetry to mark the day and to share it with other people. 

The poems were as follows

Before Actionby William Noel Hodgson, MC – read by Caroline

Base Details by Siegfried Sassoon – read by Neil

The Dug-out by Siegfried Sassoon – read by Caroline

Does it Matterby Siegfried Sassoon – read by Neil

Sassoon talks to Hardy – written and read by Neil

Extract from In Parenthesis by David Jones – read by Neil

From Whitsbury Copse to Mametz Wood – written and read by Caroline

In Hospital by Edith Nesbit  – read by Caroline

To His love by Ivor Gurney read by Neil

Ivor – written and read by Neil

The Medal and The King’s Shilling (for my father’s father) – written and read by Neil

Adlestrop by Edward Thomas – read by Neil

Edward Thomas at Gidea Park – written and read by Caroline

Playing Trains – written by Vanessa Gebbie and read by Caroline

Extract from Vera Brittain’s Testament of Youth – read by Caroline

The Litany – written and read by Caroline

Lights Out by Edward Thomas – read by Neil

I am most grateful to Vanessa for allowing us to include Playing Trains about two brothers from Adlestrop. As I explained to the audience before reading, I find it difficult to read dry-eyed at any time and especially when reading it aloud to other people. It did seem, however, entirely appropriate to shed a few tears on the evening of the day we were remembering more than nineteen thousand men  who were killed on the opening day of the battle. We ended the reading with two minutes of silence.