Dispatch-Pioneer Press Treasure Hunt — January-February 1978

With a lot of
Joy and Mirth,
Boreas hid his treasure
Somewhere on earth.

By bus, by foot
Or take a car.
Some searchers live near
And some live far.

Its top is adorned in the summer
And you can often see it there.
But along comes a cold, cold winter
And it's very, very bare.

A well-known singer
Not quite retired
This single clue
Can leave you inspired.

There are places to sit,
And places to rest.
The treasure is waiting
For the one who looks best.

Mounds of snow
Will greet your eye
And those who watch
See planes fly by.

Now you see it,
Now you don't.
Even if you ignore this clue,
Other searchers won't.

A place for a picnic,
Rain or shine.
Find the treasure
And you'll feel just fine!

Stern looks can make you
Feel so sad.
But sometimes they can
Make you glad.

Here's a clue
That could turn the trick.
Our "well-known singer"
Has a son named Rick.

Frozen in an icy ball
Is the treasure you seek.
So look for something kinda round,
Near moving water, not a creek.

Harriet Island is the place,
But not on a grassy knoll.
The place for you to really look
Is midway between road and flagpole.

TC Treasure