A poem by William Killian
written for the 100 year celebration.

Hundreds of kids came my way in a century of life, all white and lovely, and never once were they taught to hate neighbors.

I never preached Democrat or Republican to them, but I drilled them in Civics, until they loved the Red, White & Blue!

They came from loving families, and the only dramas I witnessed were their school plays before the packed and the proud.

I let them play, and the blood ran deep and hot in the game of basketball – it was our secular religion.

Speaking of religion, the really-religious and not-so-religious got along just fine – live and let live.

My strength was good – I was able to hold First Graders and Seniors at the same time… it was a blessed community of life.

I stood tall, my steps were built to last – I kept the place warm in winter, rest of the time it was cool and solid.

When my kids left, they left to serve – country, college and community, working the farms, factories, whatever… they left home and grew up tall.

Like I said, I let them play, and the band played on – there was a cadence in our town that took us up town, in style!

Same parade every day – long yellow buses, bobby socks, sneakers, levis, t-shirts, all sharing the road with joyous hot rods, whistling could it ever get better than this?

Old age caught up with me, and I said, no, not yet, I'm not done, but in a few years a field of grass whispered my centurion song,

and echoed not a hundred but millions of memories of laughter, brilliance, success and stories about beauty and triumph –

it was all about cadence and going up town in style.