Lead Me To Where I Belong...

The steps I take are small as I am walking the narrow road,
All of the trees are alive and ready to explode.
The leaves are falling left and right onto the ground,
I feel the wind in my face, but yet it makes not a sound.

The beauty I am seeing is from the past,
I take a picture in my mind to forever last.
Memories are flooding in like gates opened wide,
The wonderful things I am seeing, in my heart they will reside.

Nothing could beat this feeling down so deep,
Again I am in thought, I almost weep.
As a child I walked these roads without care,
Never knowing that a day would come when I wouldn't be there.

Everything seems smaller but still big in my mind,
I only wish for a moment I could go back, my life could rewind.
But as time presses on I know that I am getting older,
But my home is the same, still beautiful, yet bolder.

Should I die here, just lie me under a tree,
Upon a mountain top, at home is where I will be.
As my favorite time of year arrives, my heart will stay,
Although I am just a shell of a body, my remains as clay.

The crisp air will be a reminder of my life that I once had,
Please don't mourn for me, for the chance to live here, I am glad.
My soul will move on to be with God, but you can find me here,
A glimpse of me walking down the same road, I will not shed a tear.

A fall rain is coming down upon my head,
I lie down on the grass, this is where I make my bed.
The leaves are still falling to the rhythm of a song,
West Virginia take me, lead me to where I belong.

Brandy Perry Cato
Age:29


Dedicated to the ones who live for what's real.


Photo courtesy of my Grandma...You really love the spirit of West Virginia..as I do. Thank you for the pictures.

Heavenly Drive, South Charleston, West Virgina..October, 2007

Forever Living In My Heart

The grass is cool from the dew that is wet beneath my feet,
I close my eyes, I open them again, my soul feels complete.
I hear the water rushing in a creek that flows nearby,
If I were a bird I would be happy, I would get away and fly.

I feel like I am in a painting for the colors are so grand,
My eyes cannot contain the beauty of the mountains and land.
I try to take it all in but I am so overwhelmed I can't speak,
I observe the leaves that have fallen, each are so very unique.

The sky is so wide as the clouds hurry to pass by,
I could stay in this moment for a lifetime, until I die.
There isn't a sound as the crisp air blows on my face,
I see such wonder and beauty in this mysterious place.

I am not alone for she is with me as I walk along,
The wind is blowing through the trees singing a new song.
My imagination doesn't have to search any longer for I am here,
This is where I have been in my dreams, now it is so clear.

I pause to feel the chill that has magically been placed in the air,
I look up to the mountains once again, I can't help just to stare.
How they stand so tall and perfect I will never understand,
I can feel her leading me, she is taking my hand.

I take a look into the past and it is all coming back,
Just seeing what I see as I have grown older, I have nothing to lack.
Even when I am gone, in my mind we are never really apart,
She will remain my home always, forever living in my heart.

Brandy S. Cato
Age:29


This poem is dedicated to the ones who have left West Virginia..but she remains in your hearts.


Photo courtesy of WVpics.com. Photo is of Pendleton County, West Virginia

Take Me Home......

A cool Autumn morn is upon me as I wake to the sun in my eyes,
This day is different as I admire an amazing sunrise.
Crystal clear water so perfect, so untouched, so new,
I glance up at the sky in it's wonderful brilliant blue.

The fog is lifting ever so slowly as I stroll to take it all in,
The sun is beating upon me so softly, gently caressing my skin.
I can hear the sounds of nature, the birds sing a new song,
I can hear them calling to me, this is where I belong.

The wind is subtle, freshness is all around,
I can see the leaves falling like snow to the ground.
Paradise is the only word I can speak,
I am in awe at this beauty, everything is unique.

I climb along the rocks that are perfectly placed,
I fell at one with my surroundings, so easily embraced.
Longing to stay and to never let go,
She is agreeing with me, she is telling me so.


All I can think about is how I can't leave,
West Virginia is my stronghold, upon her I can cleave.
Misty rivers, mazes of beauty, too much to take in,
Take me home in my spirit and my mind, I long to be there again.


Brandy S. Cato
Age:29


This poem is dedicated to all true West Virginians who can appreciate her untouched beauty.


This picture is Summersville Lake in Autumn. Courtesy of WVpics.com

West Virginia: Sea of Color

In the air there is a fragrance that only one place can possess,
There is a secret hidden, within and without, not wanting to confess.
Like magic the scenery is different and everything isn't the same,
This place is so simple, yet eccentric, it has only one name.

West Virginia, sea of color and of amazing sight,
Beautiful in the day, mysterious by night.
She blooms her hills of bright and vivid wonder,
So much that it will do nothing but make you ponder.

My home away from home, my pride and joy from afar,
Remembering my years as a child, with every sunset to every star.
Small in number, large by the stunning views,
Overnight it is a wonderment how she knows just how to take her cues.

She knows the exact moment to shed her skin from each season,
Nature knows the timing, it doesn't give us a reason.
Awe-inspired and memories embedded into my heart,
Majestic and grand is she, forever set apart.

Embrace the sights for they are a fleeting vapor in the air,
Her mountains will stand always, she will forever be there.
Country roads, sea of color, ease my mind when I am weary,
Help me to draw close when my soul is worn and dreary.

My eyes have never seen a more awesome place,
Even moving far away, her memory, nothing could erase.
Simple, elegant, breath taking and strong,
Almost Heaven indeed, as the day is long....

Brandy S. Cato
Age: 29

This poem is dedicated to my Grandma Linger. May Autumn in West Virginia always live in our hearts. I love you!


This picture is Autumn in Canaan Valley courtesy of http://www.wvpics.com

Italians Know How To Do It..

I have one word...DELIZIOSO! No, I am not Italian, but my dear husband is. Delizioso is the Italian word for delicious. But I am sure y'all knew that. So here we have an Italian Lasagna and Garlic Bubble Loaves. This is supper tonight. Better go feed the youngin's while it is still hot!!

Oooey Gooey Fudgy Pudgy Cake

Here I go again... This is quite a long name for a cake. But to put it in retrospect, I had to give you the big picture. This cake took awhile to make, but I am sure it is going to be yummy. Lately, chocolate has been my theme when it comes to baking. Maybe it is because I have to have it and when I try to make my mind up on what exactly I am in the mood to bake, I always go back to chocolate. I pity those who don't like it. What is wrong with them? Who knows. Oh well, as always I have posted some pictures of my newest creation. Don't ya wish you could reach into your computer and try some? I will save you a piece...ha ha!!

UFC MANIA!!

See this vid? This is Ethan really digging UFC. I can't tell you if it is good or bad, but I think it is so darn cute. I am just blown away by how it grabbed his attention. He came up to me and said "Mom, I wanna watch fights." I thought it was so cute, I had to do a vid. Enjoy!