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Located in Ivey Tract, a riverside wilderness under the auspices of the Upper Thames River Conservation Authority. Please be very careful and cautious while you're in here - this is a precious and fragile wetland area.
Also, there will be limited archery hunting for deer between October 1 and December 31, 2004, so I will be temporarily disabling the cache during this period.
This cache is a bit different - it does not (and will not) contain items to trade. It contains only a logbook and pencil, awaiting those who visit to enter an original poem, whether it be a two-line ditty, or a twenty-page epic.
There are lots of spots nearby to sit near the river and ponder your poem.
Please include your poem on the website log, as well.
The area will be quite wet during certain times of the year, so remember to bring tall galoshes. (It could also be accessible by canoe during those times).
Turn north off Hamilton Road at N 42-58.754, W 080-58.459, onto a wagon trail next to a farmer's field, to reach the Tract. (This is a public access road to the Tract).
I've started us off with a poem I wrote that makes reference to the nearby town where I now reside.
MEMOIRS OF A CONNOISSEUR
Commonly called "mouse", Mus musculus,
Mere presence bound to cause a fuss!
My shingle flutters in the breeze:
Connoisseur of Dairy. Specialty: Cheese."
I love them all: Swiss, Cheddar, Brie;
Can recall a Roquefort from '63...
Oh, those were the days! When cheese was cheese!
'Twas enough to bring me to my knees!
I'm aged now, gray coat turned white,
At the point where dusk turns into night.
I've laughed and cried; shed many a tear,
And recall with clarity my yesteryear.
So bear with me now, as I regress
(An arduous journey, I must confess!)
Way back in time, when the world was young,
When I spoke with a much more simple tongue.
My eyes are clear, my coat so bright,
The horizon stretches beyond all sight.
I scamper along the fact'ry floor,
Whiskers twitch, and senses soar.
I peek through every slatted louvre
And watch the massive paddles move
Through elixir pure! ambrosia sweet!
Gold liquor from a bovine's teat.
I dip my paw to take a draught
("a glass, Garcon, and a large carafe!")
In an instant I freeze - something's afoul -
The resident cat is on the prowl!
Oh, feline fiend, my nemesis true,
But easily outrun, and outsmarted, too.
And tomorrow IS another day --
(Mouselett had it right, I'll say!)
Another joyous day to face,
Another day to smell, to taste
Ambrosia from Oxford cows --
The blessed curd that life endows.
The fact'ry's gone, it is no more,
But the Connoisseur always keeps good score.
By far the headiest cheese of all?
Why, the legendary cheddar - of Ingersoll!!!
Additional Hints
(Decrypt)
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