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