View the three stories of Mitchell As you walk the beating of the world At a distance in time From three who lived there At a distance in space From woman, with harpsichord Silently playing Step on nature Cast in copper Ascend the 92 steps After climbing the grand 200 Pass the compass and reach The foot of the culvert Below the bridge Walk 100 paces Southeast over rock and soil To the first young birch Pass three, staying west You’ll see a letter from the country Of wonderstone’s hearth On a proud, tall fifth At its southern foot The treasure waits.
If Thucydides is North of Xenophon Take five steps In the area of his direction A green tower of lights In the middle section Near those Who pass the coliseum With metal walls Face the water Your back to the stairs Feel at home All the letters Are here to see Eighteenth day Twelfth hour Lit by lamplight In truth, be free.
Beneath two countries As the road curves In a rectangular plot Beneath the tenth stone From right to left Beneath the ninth row from the top Of the wall including small bricks Seven steps up you can hop From the bottom level Socrates, Pindar, Apelles Free speech, couplet, birch To find casques destination Seek the columns For the search.
Lane Two twenty two You’ll see an arc of lights Weight and roots extended Together saved the site Of granite walls Wind swept halls Citadel in the night A wingless bird ascended Born of ancient dreams of flight Beneath the only standing member Of a forest To the south White stone closest At twelve paces From the west side Get permission To dig out.
Of all the romance retold Men of tales and tunes Cruel and bold Seen here By eyes of old Stand and listen to the birds Hear the cool, clear song of water Harken to the words: Freedom at the birth of a century Or May 1913 Edwin and Edwina named after him Or on the eighth a scene Where law defended Between two arms extended Below the bar that binds Beside the long palm’s shadow Embedded in the sand Waits the Fair remuneration White house close at hand.
At stone wall’s door The air smells sweet Not far away High posts are three Education and Justice For all to see Sounds from the sky Near ace is high Running north, but first across In jewel’s direction Is an object Of Twain’s attention Giant pole Giant step To the place The casque is kept.
The first chapter Written in water Near men With wind rose Behind bending branches And a green picket fence At the base of a tall tree You can still hear the honking Shell, limestone, silver, salt Stars move by day Sails pass by night Even in darkness Like moonlight in teardrops Over the tall grass Years pass, rain falls.
In the shadow Of the grey giant Find the arm that Extends over the slender path In summer You’ll often hear a whirring sound Cars abound Although the sign Nearby Speaks of Indies native The natives still speak Of him of Hard word in 3 Vols. Take twice as many east steps as the hour Or more From the middle of one branch Of the v Look down And see simple roots In rhapsodic mans soil Or gaze north Toward the isle of B.
Pass two friends of octave In December Ride the man of oz To the land near the window There’s a road that leads to Dark forest Where white is in color With two maps After circle and square In July and August A path beckons To mica and driftwood Under that Which may be last touched Or first seen standing Look north at the wing And dig To achieve By dauntless and inconquerable Determination Your goal.
Where M and B are set in stone And to Congress, R is known L sits and left Beyond his shoulder Is the Fair Folks’ Treasure holder The end of ten by thirteen Is your clue Fence and fixture Central too For finding jewel casque Seek the sounds Of rumble Brush and music Hush.