Sometimes jade, other times emerald
Today, your green glistened in sunlit rain.
Many came to wish you well,
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