Fourteen years shy of a century gone by
Laid low by the water and sand
From ashes, it arose out of man's work - superimposed
Over the wood in this feral new land
A beckoning racket of song between thicket and throng...
You'll begin with a hazardous plight.
Tread the path East in search of green - deceased
Overlooking the snake to the right.
North between pale pine and sand, renumeration, close at hand
Allow flora's kingdom into your eyes
With goose and turtle as hosts, seek an oak at the end of four posts...
At its northern foot, lays the prize