The Presidio - San Francisco, CA

The Secret: A treasure Hunt

by Byron Preiss

 

VERSE 7

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.

Done