2010 Little Canada Canadian Days Treasure Hunt

Welcome treasure seekers, to the grand kick-off of our jubilee,
Medallion hunt now under way, will you be s/he who decodes the key?

We're Fixin' to Have Fun again -- go out and have a blast,
Hurry now to the streets, for this coveted coin surely will not last

Our celebration's hub, as good a starting point as any,
One-by-one let's rule them out, the wrong hiding places many.

Nothing but a mere beginning, promptly leave that start behind,
Don't look back, whatever you do, or the treasure you will not find.

Verdant slopes and winding curves, countless trees point to the sky,
Meandering stroll along rivulet near, be sure to keep a watchful eye.

On the right path, attention skyward reveals a clue,
Your keen eye won't miss it, deviant trunk sideways askew.

Blossom-filled garden, but don't touch private land,
Fragile colors, and oh, gated archway does stand.

Rust-coated elegance, adorned with a crest,
And the tag of a friend who's considered the best.

The winner now dreaming of the prize whilst he sleeps,
Observes graceful draping of a willow that weeps.

Shimmers protect our winged friends in flight,
All these things you've seen if your direction is right.

Look both ways, since it's the right thing to do,
You're now safely across, you silly gumshoe.

One-hundred-fifty more paces and downhill u-turn,
You're so close you can smell it, as you will soon learn.

Under aged wooden planks and steel corners it will be,
Look carefully devout searcher, but not as low as the sea.