Ed, Sometimes jade, other times emerald Today, your green glistened in sunlit rain. Many came to wish you well, listening … For over 100 years you have stood Elegantly, you must be allowed, To be free to grow, to live on. To age gracefully, peacefully. We will not stand by and see you, Ploughed into the fool’s oblivion Like you, we won’t be sapped Nor wearied, nor slapped down Nor let our town’s heritage adrift But we will sustain, McLachlan’s gift Lyn Overton, Maclean