So after a year, the hunt is now here.
The realm of Ramsey is the place to seek.
No need to search all, just stick to St. Paul.
You’ll get warmer by the end of the week.
Back when it was new there was a lake view
Not far from where the treasure is hidden.
It is not there still, instead there’s a hill
And any entry is now forbidden.
If your detection needs some direction
You’ll find North and South are likely the best.
Certainly not least, a good dose of East
However, there’s a distinct lack of West
It is on the whole a good place to stroll
And two may part ways saying, “Good day then!”
But one won’t get far, finding it bizarre,
“How have I run into you yet again!?”
The park’s not confined, or its edge defined
By a single street marking each border.
If you cross any, you might cross many
So watching where you step is in order.
It’s a good measure when seeking treasure
To just have a sixth sense about the clue.
Morse is not the mode, but mos def a code
Where breaking it is not the thing to do.
As you search about, or maybe just scout
You can see both the forest and the trees.
And it might surprise that the treasure lies
Where it’s always seventy-two degrees.
It might help to know far as landmarks go
Nothing involving water is in play.
A bench over there, a big rock somewhere
But a beloved street does point the way.
This may set off sparks, when it comes to parks,
But the treasure’s home failed to make the list.
Yet the park lays claim to a worthy name
And a plaque asserts its right to exist.
Just to verify, I must clarify
The treasure is where streets are on each side.
No need to dally where there’s an alley;
Didn’t want to take a chance on this hide.
Two sons were buried, his daughter married,
In the Governor’s mansion she did stay,
Now a parkway’s name remembers her fame.
At the park? Then this clue’s a throwaway.
If you’re still unclear the treasure is near
The Beloved Church up in the corner.
Trek to the southwest to where you can rest
In a divot, leaves are the adorner.