2025 Worthington King Turkey Day Medallion Hunt

Feathers flicker, but not in flight,
Paycheck returns — a festive sight.
Begin where calm reflections dwell,
Where autumn whispers, stories tell.

Not all who fly need feathers or flock,
Some chart the sky by compass and clock.
Vanishing mid-journey, but not lost to mind —
Leaving behind a figure's sign.

A trail of tribute meets lakeside breeze,
Northwest of benches, among the trees.
History stands where few may stare,
Unless you seek what's waiting there.

Born to roam the open skies,
She defied the bounds of earthly ties.
The one who flew beyond her age
Now watches still — a frozen stage.

Underfoot, yet out of sight,
Near her name bathed in morning light.
To find the prize, don’t look above —
The medallion hides where footsteps shove.