Poem from local man Len Woodhead

I sit here at my window with thoughts of the year gone by
How quickly the time passes, when you’re content and warm and dry
I have time to sit and think about the life that I have had
Out in the lovely country side, the freedom of a Lincolnshire lad
Anyone who has read my book, in England, Australia, New Zealand,
Kenya and the U S A to name just a few it’s been grand
With the name of Nocton and Smiths Crisps. The calls and letters that I have had
The time and effort that I put in, to produce that history book makes me very glad
Long lost friends like Bill Redshaw, Don and Nell Turner and Wilf Hubbard,
All helped me to begin, but all passed on before the book finally made the stall
With the job I had done and the photographs I had taken in my 45 years,
all now sealed in that small History book it will bring back, just a few tears
A few months had gone by and my book was selling and praises very high
I kept being asked to write more history of the farms, and where in the Fen land lie
So as the weeks rolled on and I had more time to spare.
I thought I have more photographs, and a few more stories I could share
Its now almost 4 years since I started the second book
And it’s more than a year since to the printers it was took
It is all in a log jam between the designing and the printer at this time
It should be out next spring, and then I can work on my other hobby to try and write a Rhyme