Unseated At Clent - Poem by Len Webster
When Grandad fell off the horse
spluttering the event
into family history.
No-one was hurt,
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,
trapped in No-Man's Land
with bullets flying,
and no-one would have been there
when Grandad fell off the horse.
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