I have a dwelling not of brick or stone,
A silent chamber, where stories have grown.
My door is bark, my lock unseen,
Within me, small treasures convene.
I hold secrets, not of a person's life,
But tiny gems, free from worldly strife.
I'm found within a giant's embrace,
A woody library, a hidden space.
*This cache is hidden within the Braddock Bay WMA and we have recieved written permission from the NYS DEC to place this cache on the property