“Hehehe… you thought City Hall could keep it safe?”
“This WiSP is quick, this WiSP is sly,
I slipped right through while none asked why.
I’m Wes the trickster, as some may say,
And now your medallion’s gone astray.
From Kennedy’s hill to Marthaler’s trees,
I drift through parks with ghostly ease.
Along old trails and streets of old,
I’ve tucked away your disk of gold.
Seven clues will lead the chase,
Through hidden corners, time, and place.
One medallion.
500 cash.
And all of West St. Paul to dash.
Catch me if you can”

“Hehehe… still found nothing?
Wes is loving all the huffing and puffing.
A medallion this sneaky won’t be found,
By simply wandering all around.

Humboldt splits the east from west,
North of Marie helps divide the rest.
Perhaps you seekers should invest…
A little more time upon the Best.”

“Hehehe… getting closer now…
Though some of you still wander far somehow.
Some paths are paved some paths are stone,
Yet careful feet have marked their own.
It’s not you. Or me. Zero frisbees too,
So stop retracing last year’s clue.”

"Hehehe… Admire the view from where you stand,
No treasure waits in soggy land.
Seek not the place where crowds belong…
But where the few can linger long.  
If muck clings fast beneath your shoe,
You’ve searched beyond what you should do."

“Hehehe… still enjoying my song and dance?
Find three lucky shapes, from a bird’s-eye glance,.
A hidden hollow, quiet and deep,
Where birds fly through & cottonwoods creep
Harness the power, trace the track
Follow along where maps do lack."

“Hehehe..I still sit on my throne!
Not every park is loud and known,
Some sit in silence all alone.  
No bouncing balls or playground cries,
No painted courts or cheering skies.
Let this clue Galvanize your feet,
And lead you down a path less beat."

Hehehe… no more tricks, you've earned your due,
So here's the clearest of my clues.
Some call it a lake, though muddy shores protest,
With cattails and reeds beside its rest.
Find two birdhouses in plain sight,
Then find two trees blocking the light.
There the medallion waits for you,
Within the brush, it shines its hue.