That day when two wheels covered ground,
I rode my bike, a purring sound,
To Kilgore’s quiet, cowboy land,
Where skies and stillness fit my plan.

I coasted slow; fishing gear I brought.
I stopped and loved the peace I got.
I stood and breathed the abundance in —
The kind that settles deep within.

A radiant hush hung in the sky,
A cloudless blue that drifted high.
And hawks above, an ancient race,
Counted the mice that crossed the place.

[chorus]
A taste of peace, a taste so sweet,
The rat race I certainly beat;
Where my world feels born anew—
Kilgore, I’m glad I know you.

 

Across the road a barn slumped down,
A fallen king without his crown.
While quarter horses galloped in peace,
Their gentle rhythms never cease.

It was timing that felt just right,
They pounded earth with sheer delight.
Like children wild at summer’s end,
They ran with power ‘round the bend.

Their flowing manes like banners streamed,
Like flags in wind where freedom dreamed.
I thought, “All day I’d gladly stay,
No meetings needed—none today.”

[chorus]
A taste of peace, a taste so sweet,
The rat race I certainly beat;
Where my world feels born anew—
Kilgore, I’m glad I know you.

 

But I had come for Camus Creek,
Its fruits the grand prize I seek.
So on my Honda Shadow bright,
I rolled northwest in morning light.

Through turns and miles and weathered gates,
My pulse sped up; I could not wait.
I slipped through willows, soft and thin,
To open water calling me in.

A brook trout struck with lightning bite—
He beat his friends in eager flight.
And soon six speckled beauties swirled
Into my creel, their surprising new home.

[chorus]
A taste of peace, a taste so sweet,
The rat race I certainly beat;
Where my world feels born anew—
Kilgore, I’m glad I know you.

 

Like German cake with layers grand,
Each piece of day fell into hand:
The sky, the ride, the meadow wide,
All blended rich and unified.

It tasted much like perfect peace—
A lazy sky where worries cease;

[chorus]
A taste of peace, a taste so sweet,
The rat race I certainly beat;
Where my world feels born anew—
Kilgore, I’m glad I know you.