A special poem in tribute to Trevor Dane, written by his friend Fiona Forster has been posted on Facebook and has received much praise. With permission from Ms. Forster and Mr. Dane’s family ‘Fly High, Crow’ is being published below:

To friends Trevor was known as ‘The Crow’
With his jet black hair and a smile on show
Sure of a laugh when Crow was around
Said what he thought, he was sound as a pound
He and Brian tended a garden of veggies galore
And also the sow, the pigs and a boar.
On the Twelfth with fellow Orangemen he’d join
Marching the highway celebrating the Boyne
A football fanatic, he supported ‘The Law’
Selling plenty of tickets for their lotto draw.
Off on the supporters’ bus to wave and cheer
Then back to the pub for a well deserved beer!
For the community he always done his bit
Made sure the village as Christmas was lit
He plucked many a turkey, duck and [also] geese 
A couple of wee ones and he wouldn’t cease!
He lived life to the full and knew how to have fun
We’ll miss his craic over tea and a bun
Such a laugh we had on Thursday past
Little did we know it would be our last
Fly high Crow, you’ve grew your wings
Not one of us knows what the next day brings.