2017 International Festival of Owls Medallion Hunt

If you bike or if you drive
Houston welcomes those who strive
To find the prize that’s hidden here
Guarded by one that knows no fear

At this point you’re probably not really close
You’ve been east and west chasing a ghost
You’ve looked to the south with little to gain
And that leaves what’s left, now focus your aim

When Lincoln’s General took the reins
Many thought he was insane
But now we know just how he led
He twern’t nuts, just drunk instead

Steamboats came and steamboats left
Trains gave it a shot, but alas, were bereft
The root of much sorrow could not be contained
‘Til the Army took charge and ended the pain

A bear runs around it; for sure it’s a guide
A dragon surrounds it; you’re in for a ride
And there ‘neath the breast of the new fallen snow
The flows from our winter glide silent below

Listen closely, you will hear
The melting waters dripping near
Norman Maclean said something ran through it
I hope it’s still clear after Scott Pruitt

Stay on my side, don’t venture across
Keep sight of the trail or where kids are the boss
I really don’t want to dredge up the past
But it gives us a way to see where our die’s cast

It’s nice to arrive RIGHT ON THE DOT!
But this time it’s crucial for finding the spot
Here you must follow the straight and narrow
Or you’ll chill your bones clean to the marrow

Opposites attract, or so I’m told
And if that’s true, as this unfolds
You’ll find the answer near the end
But which end of eight ends is ‘from round the bend?

There’s no need to wonder or even ask why
Be on your guard! Rail at the sky!
Look to the West, whether young man or not
Not high, not low but under that spot

I’m really disappointed ‘cause I thought you would come through
But now I’m told you’re in the cold and haven’t got a clue
So let’s think back and choose the words that mean the very most
For if they’re put together, they’ll make a great signpost

First there was the Houston guard, somewhere in the north
Then we follow Grant, to the dike the Corps put forth 
We continue toward the North Star to where the river flows
Don’t cross o’er but stand where you can best see down below 

A magnet can repel another, yet loves steel, as I’ve been told
And the D.O.T. has done its best to keep us on the road
Four steel rails with two ends each, guide against zigzagin’
And to that end you’ll find joy and America will be great again