Pioneer Press Treasure Hunt — January-February 2005

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Clue #1

The old curmudgeon was in high dudgeon
When a critter ran off with the loot
But this year to be credible, we've made it inedible
And stuck it in a park -- so scoot!

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Clue #2

Snow we have missed much, this not very white Christmas
But the ice has come to stay
The water's quite frozen at this park we have chosen
Along its paths you may while time away!

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Clue #3

Be safe and we pledge, neither cliff nor water's edge
Figures in your hunting pursuit
What's that you hear?
Please, have no fear. It was there before we moved in.

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Clue #4

The siren calls, the giant falls --
Tween field generals the poet sings
That down beyond the once blue pond
Is treasure fit for kings

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Clue #5

A branch, a lichen, a place made for hikin',
Is where a prize is earned.
Don't run, helter skelter, seek out solid shelter
With room and wood to burn

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Clue #6

Young woman or man, while you still can
Gnash your teeth and put on the glove
On cross country skis take the trail through the trees
Where the eagle flies with the dove.

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Clue #7

Chilled to the marrow only a yarrow
Could love the place you found
Lonely and forsaked, the puck rests naked
On the snow- and ice-covered ground

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Clue #8

He staked his claim one year of fame
On land as rich as Midas
This land is my land, kicked off the island
To a grove that once did hide us.

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Clue #9

En route to trails where puck fever prevails
Many sides no flowers to see
Round the bend the seeker should wend
To all that remains of a tree.

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Clue #10

Parking lot leads past woods and weeds
To the trail passing two and three
The lake of ice, the life-saving device
Are close to our magical tree.

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Clue #11

A path fit for hikes between Upper and Pike's
Leads past a grove with a giant beheaded
Beneath branch debris near this once-mammoth tree
The magical booty is embedded

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Clue #12

I say "You, hark!" In Crosby Farm Park
Lies the treasure, for goodness sake.
Hike in from the west along the trail, take no rest
And look south from mid Upper Lake.

From the giant tree with no head, face the island and tread
Six paces to the left: halt, battalion!
Fallen branches and snow hide the goodies below:
Thomas Crosby's Winter Carnival Medallion!

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