Clue 1
Last year's rich bounty was found in the county
A new park for all to explore
This year's bauble will cause you no trouble
If the rules are kept in the fore
Clue 2
Some may well kvetch that the horizon's sketch
Has artifacts rather than trees
But if you follow the plan pure gold you will pan
And life will be but a breeze
Clue 3
Old Ma Press has moved from her nest
Cross the water from her former home
From the top of her perch you may want to search
For a playground that's fit to roam
Clue 4
The spot this year goes well with beer
And water in great profusion.
But when the crowd is a bit too loud
It offers quiet seclusion.
Clue 5
If young Huck Finn had a boy twin
He might have camped here awhile
Like him you're wishin' that good luck fishin'
You'll find treasure to keep you in style
Clue 6
Man against beast, or that tale at least
Is being told and with much spirit.
If hunting's just you and a man or two
Listen close so that you can hear it.
Clue 7
The wait is long and the siren song
Calls people summer to spring.
Ticket in hand, go find the land
Where the route takes to the wing.
Clue 8
Keep your attention rapt and you'll be apt
To find the medallion, it's clear
Just follow the map - don't take a nap!
To see that the X marks here
Clue 9
A place for dogs, lined by pollywogs,
Will bring you closer yet.
So if you veer very far from here;
You’ll end up with a nap that is wet.
The election goes on, our misery prolonged
Til payday for the winning party
Tall and delicate, will a broke delegate
Cast a ballot for greed or tea?
Clue 10
Don’t be careless and venture out hairless
In temperatures bound to freeze-bite
Fly straight as an arrow and down in your marrow
You’ll trust that the goods are in sight.
Work without thanks is sticking up banks
Even if the fuzz has your back
Idle at the lake, a short respite to take
It’s a good place to set a sack.
Clue 11
An ink-stained wretch, not apt to kvetch
Sited a plat along the wood.
Over a cigar, under northern star,
Now it’s lit up pretty good.
Be straight of stride, or float your ride,
N-no sputtering about.
Son if you’ve starred flipping card for a bard,
You’ll know you’re on the right route.
Last year's rich bounty was found in the county
A new park for all to explore
This year's bauble will cause you no trouble
If the rules are kept in the fore
Clue 2
Some may well kvetch that the horizon's sketch
Has artifacts rather than trees
But if you follow the plan pure gold you will pan
And life will be but a breeze
Clue 3
Old Ma Press has moved from her nest
Cross the water from her former home
From the top of her perch you may want to search
For a playground that's fit to roam
Clue 4
The spot this year goes well with beer
And water in great profusion.
But when the crowd is a bit too loud
It offers quiet seclusion.
Clue 5
If young Huck Finn had a boy twin
He might have camped here awhile
Like him you're wishin' that good luck fishin'
You'll find treasure to keep you in style
Clue 6
Man against beast, or that tale at least
Is being told and with much spirit.
If hunting's just you and a man or two
Listen close so that you can hear it.
Clue 7
The wait is long and the siren song
Calls people summer to spring.
Ticket in hand, go find the land
Where the route takes to the wing.
Clue 8
Keep your attention rapt and you'll be apt
To find the medallion, it's clear
Just follow the map - don't take a nap!
To see that the X marks here
Clue 9
A place for dogs, lined by pollywogs,
Will bring you closer yet.
So if you veer very far from here;
You’ll end up with a nap that is wet.
The election goes on, our misery prolonged
Til payday for the winning party
Tall and delicate, will a broke delegate
Cast a ballot for greed or tea?
Clue 10
Don’t be careless and venture out hairless
In temperatures bound to freeze-bite
Fly straight as an arrow and down in your marrow
You’ll trust that the goods are in sight.
Work without thanks is sticking up banks
Even if the fuzz has your back
Idle at the lake, a short respite to take
It’s a good place to set a sack.
Clue 11
An ink-stained wretch, not apt to kvetch
Sited a plat along the wood.
Over a cigar, under northern star,
Now it’s lit up pretty good.
Be straight of stride, or float your ride,
N-no sputtering about.
Son if you’ve starred flipping card for a bard,
You’ll know you’re on the right route.
Back to the Island. I'm starting to feel like Gilligan!
Square in your ship's path are Sirens, crying
    beauty to bewitch men coasting by;
    woe to the innocent who hears that sound!
    He will not see his lady nor his children
    in joy, crowding about him, home from sea;
    the Sirens will sing his mind away
    on their sweet meadow lolling. There are bones
    of dead men rotting in a pile beside them
    and flayed skins shrivel around the spot.
    Steer wide;
    keep well to seaward; plug your oarsmen's ears
    with beeswax kneaded soft; none of the rest
    should hear that song.
    But if you wish to listen,
    let the men tie you in the lugger, hand
    and foot, back to the mast, lashed to the mast,
    so you may hear those harpies' thrilling voices;
    shout as you will, begging to be untied,
    your crew must only twist more line around you
    and keep their stroke up, till the singers fade. (Book 12, 41-58)
As with the lethal text, the implication is that the song has irresistible force. Unlike ordinary language, it cannot be merely heard: it must also be obeyed. Also like lethal texts, it is self-reflexive, in that it is about itself:
Sweet coupled airs we sing.
    No lonely seafarer
    Holds clear of entering
    Our green mirror. (Book 12, 173-176)
The Odyssey is unique, however, in actually giving the contents of the lethal text. None of the other works with lethal texts do. They merely describe its outward form. (Apparently the text isn't too dangerous in translation and without the original music.)
It is perhaps worth mentioning that the monolith in 2001: A Space Odyssey emits a shrill, siren-like sound when it first sees sunlight. And like the Sirens, it is extraordinarily compelling. None can see it and not be drawn to it. Like the Sirens, it too is a lethal text.
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clue seven has me flummoxed.
Siren: That area was a railroad hub so there would be train "sirens" blowing a warning.
Tickets: Could be passenger tickets for the train
Long time: It took a long time for the city to do anything with the land and make it a park area.
Where the route takes wing: nearer where the birds would be, maybe near the ponds.
highway 61 revisited: Between each verse Dylan is heard blowing an imitation police whistle, known as a "Siren Whistle",[4] brought in by Sam Lay who was drummer on the Highway 61 sessions as noted by Tony Glover in the liner notes to Live 1966.
Positivly 4th St (Fore) (a Dylan Song) leads to BVNS
Did anyone see that there's a Short St. near BVNS?
Could be bird migration along the river.
Or if it's the Gold Line route, look at this map. The route turns to the right near BVNS:
https://www.stpaul.gov/DocumentCenter/View2/77247.pdf
Or will we just get park park park park til clue 11 or so?
My guess is if there is too much damage, it will be in the rules next year.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZvcCzj7aNX8
Real Clue 8 scramble:
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I post 'em, used to try to unscramble them, but have decided looking for any key words and waiting for the unscrambled clue is better for me.
The link still works.
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Terry, "2016 - Public land in Ramsey County" #343, 30 Jan 2016 8:33 pm