Goldie

Staunton River State Park

Past the cabins towards the river overlook,
is the path that Goldie undertook.

She ambled on to find Sweetgum,
wondering from whence this sign did come.

Ten more footfalls toward the lake,
Then a turn to portside she did make.

Now looking straight she did see a tree,
That was no longer where it used to be.

Twenty-six footfalls to this tree,
A crack in the middle she did see.

A puzzle piece of a wooden sort,
Hides what you consider of import.

She left a portrait for you to find,
Please rehide well, if you'd be so kind.