Stella-this and Stella-that
September 2010 :
When I was just a little lad I longed to go to Stellafad,
That magic spot in far Vermont - the mystic place called Stellafont,
Upon a high and breezy hill - that haven know as Stellafill.
They told me there was much to learn from amateurs at Stellafearn.
The latest gadgets, newest trends could all be seen at Stellafends.
Good friends to see, good food to eat could all be had at Stellafeat.
And so, in nineteen seventy-nine, I made a trek to Stellafine.
I pitched my tent in Houston Hollow and scanned the skies from Stellafollow.
I met the Eyepiece Guy named Al and spent a mint at Stellafal.
I listened to the Shadowgram that charmed the folks at Stellafam,
And visited the clubhouse pink atop the hill at Stellafink,
The Porter scope with tangent arm, the pride and joy of Stellafarm.
In eighty-two my solar scope was recognized at Stellafope.
In eighty-three my monster Dob was runner-up at Stellafob.
I'm happy that my Dad was there to share my pride at Stellafere.
I learned that one bloke from Quebec took many a prize at Stellafec.
I bought and sold a lot of junk by early dawn at Stellafunk,
And even gave a learned talk one afternoon at Stellafalk.
One year the field was filled with dust: no joy was had at Stellafust.
Next year a never-ending shower dampened all at Stellafower.
In other years the nights were clear, restoring faith in Stellafear.
But as the years went rolling by I lost my zest for Stellafy.
The crowds grew big, the parking weird; the spirit changed at Stellafierd.
Instead of ten it cost me plenty to pass the gate at Stellafenty.
Yet now and then I have the urge for one more trip to Stellafurge,
To see if I’ll revive that spell that once was cast at Stellafell.
To scan the sky for M’s and V’s that grace the night at Stellafees.
In closing, please forgive my song of this and that at Stellafong.
It’s not th’event, it’s just my age that casts a pall on Stellafage.
I hope your vigor will not wane for happy nights at Stellafane.
