THE MEDALLION HUNT BEGINS!
But first: this message. There are rules. Here we go!
This is JORDAN’s Heimatfest, so the medallion must be close to home. It may not be hidden in the next county, way beyond city limits, or even one township over.
That’s it! The first actual clue will be out next week. Have fun, stay cool, watch out for traffic, construction areas…….you know the drill
Rain, rain, come my wayCome tomorrow and todayFeed the gardens and the crops. From their roots up to their topsThen let up so seekers play
They’ll be out from day to day
At their task they really stayUntil it’s found, that coin of gold. By someone who’s oh, so boldAnd looks up from bailing hay
From all sides gold hunters maySearch the spots wherein it lay
From the time ‘twas put in placeAwaiting sign to start the race That ends in prize to finder pay
Now that we’ve had rain again,
It is time to pick up pen,
Urge that seekers not be fools,
Watch for trucks and heed the rules.
All will be so easy then.
Some of you remember when
Cluester took great pains to ken
A perfect place to hide a prize,
But since then has gotten wise,
And for green has bourn a yen.
Fields and farms but no pigpen,
Green as grass in Irish fen.
Ancient land yet new abode,
Up to snuff and all to code.
‘Tis a fair way for each gen.