A secret trove in a magical nook,
Right across from the park and its brook,
Nestled near where Stanford's scholars look,
In a world of Muggles, awaits your book.
Take a walk past the courts, both tennis and basketball,
Listen to the distant dog's call,
Where the trees in the park stand ever so tall,
A Flourish and Blotts library cache befalls.
It's not just a cache, it's a tale to tell,
Of wizards, witches, and a spell,
From a world we know so very well,
With a charm only Potterheads can quell.
Pages of mystery, written in time,
Each whispering an old Hogwarts rhyme,
Held within a world that's truly sublime,
In a library, the home of rhythm and chime.
Hidden in the shade, under the tree,
Something precious for the sharp eye to see,
Stanford's wisdom and Harry's glee,
In a geocache, for you and me.
So, grab your wand, put on your cloak,
Ready your heart for magic's yoke,
Hunt in daylight or under moon's stroke,
Your journey begins with a gentle poke.
A challenge, a chase, a treasure to find,
It's more than a cache, it's a play of the mind,
To the magic of Harry Potter, you're assigned,
In the realm of the library, reality's behind.
The Stanford spirits guide your quest,
Through the park where the dogs rest,
Towards the magic that we love best,
In Flourish and Blotts, lies your chest.