Where the Treasure Lies

by Forrest Fenn

Forrest Fenn

As I have gone alone in there
And with my treasures bold,
I can keep my secret where,
And hint of riches new and old.

Begin it where warm waters halt
And take it in the canyon down,
Not far, but too far to walk.
Put in below the home of Brown.

From there it’s no place for the meek,
The end is ever drawing nigh;
There’ll be no paddle up your creek,
Just heavy loads and water high.

If you’ve been wise and found the blaze,
Look quickly down, your quest to cease
But tarry scant with marvel gaze,
Just take the chest and go in peace.

So why is it that I must go
And leave my trove for all to seek?
The answers I already know
I’ve done it tired, and now I’m weak.

So hear me all and listen good,
Your effort will be worth the cold.
If you are brave and in the wood
I give you title to the gold.

Last updated August 11, 2015

A real-life Indiana Jones, Forrest Fenn is considered as the man who buried his treasure in a poem. He has spent his life as a treasure hunter and has gathered a noteworthy collection of jewels and artifacts. He reportedly buried his treasure in the mountains of New Mexico for fellow treasure hunters to find, but only if they can decipher the location which is described in his poem published here.