The Sandia Mountains are topped with a fresh coat of New Mexico snow and looking
mighty majestic this New Years day. I know that just north of them and me, Santa Fe got hit with a pretty good storm too, according to my sister who lives there, and thus I can assume that the mountains north of Santa Fe are wrapped up for the winter in a blanket of heavenly white.
Fenn’s Treasure, that elusive box of mineral deposits coveted by anyone who’s heard the story and read the poem, is no doubt laying unassuming, surrounded by a frosty forest and amid the litter of snow-covered leaves left from fall. Not far from it, an icy body of water, whatever type of water that may be, is trickling with icicles, frozen in time. The “House of Brown” surely has their fire going and the enigmatic “blaze”, looks down over the winter laden landscape, holding it’s secret close.
Winter has come and whether or not you think the treasure lies in Yellowstone or New Mexico or even Canada, it is covered up well until spring.
Each time I look north to the Sandia’s or drive up to Santa Fe, my thoughts are never far from Fenn’s Treasure and I ask myself would it be worth it, to battle the snow, and take arms up against the frost giants that walk through the cold, dark forests, to rescue, (yes I said rescue) this treasure from its cold penetrating prison…
“Your effort will be worth the cold…”
so says Mister Fenn.
The brave will find it, whether young or old,
Just first determine to begin.
Find Browns house and knock three times
Then set it all ablaze
Drink from the water of the lukewarm well
And you’ll solve the treasures maze.
Somewhere up there in those mountains is a frozen metal box containing riches and history beyond anything I’ve ever known…. but I won’t be finding it this winter.
It’s too cold and I’m too old to be falling
into an icy grave.
But should you try, live or die – I’ll dub
thee mighty brave.
(or just stupid, depending on the situation…)
When springs rolls around though, and the dripping of snow runs down the mountain side, I’ll see ya in the trees.
Happy New Year. (also, you’re welcome for the poetry) Heh.