KARANGAHAKE the years of the gold 1875 -1935
The poplar trees at Mackaytown
Stand stately, grand and high,
A guard of honour proudly set
With pennants in the sky.
I love their winter lacey grey,
Their summer towers of green,
And golden prodigality
Enriching autumn's scene.
What visionary planned this view
In pioneering day?
Who laboured then that we might see
Since saplings first stood sentinel,
Along the ribbon road,
How changed the life of Mackaytown,
How fortunes ebbed and flowed.
But grandeur there will always be
So long as poplars last,
With branches reaching for the sky,
And roots deep in the past.