Andy's Angle

There are stars
In the Southern sky
Southward as you go
There is moonlight
And moss in the trees
Down the Seven Bridges Road

Now I have loved you like a baby
Like some lonesome child
And I have loved you in a tame way
And I have loved you wild

Sometimes there's a part of me
Has to turn from here and go
Running like a child from these warm stars
Down the Seven Bridges Road

There are stars in the Southern sky
And if ever you decide
You should go
There is a taste of time sweetened honey
Down the Seven Bridges Road

They say that Orion shines brightest around 9pm during the month of January. Around 10:30 tonight, however, the hunter stood proud in the Southern sky. We don't take time to look at the stars anymore. One of my favorite memories of my younger days is laying flat on my back in a hay field on the Davis farm just above FFA Camp in Carroll county, looking at the stars with a group of FFA members on the 3rd year overnight adventure. After paddling our canoes across the lake, hiking through the woods and making camp, building a fire and toasting s'mores, we'd climb the hill and crawl under the fence to the top of this great hill in the middle of a clearing. In amidst roundbales and with only the moon and stars above, it is one of the most perfect memories I have.

Something made me think of it just the other day, and I told that story to a friend. Seeing the stars in the Southern sky tonight reminded me again of telling stories on that hill, just looking at the stars.

I can't remember the last time since that last overnighter that I just went out and looked at the stars...