Len Webster's 'Unseated At Clent' Poem by Len Webster

When Grandad fell off the horse
everyone laughed,
spluttering the event
into family history.

No-one was hurt,
nothing damaged
but his pride.

After all that time,
to be unseated
and made to eat his words
garnished with embarrassment!

If it had happened
forty years earlier,
he would have known about it,
tapped in No-Man's Land
with bullets flying,
and nobody would have been there
to laugh
when Grandad fell off the horse.