On a day for flying o'er the ground,

On two wheels I came 'round

To Kilgore.

Coasting to a stop,

Off my bike I hopped

And absorbed abundance.

Radiance hung high

In the cloudless, blue sky.

Hawks soared nearby and counted mice.

In the pasture across the road, a fallen barn rested.

Quarter horses grazed

And when it was right,

Pounded their power

Into the green ground.

Kicking their heels like children at a party,

They galloped with a rhythmic sound.

Their manes and tails flowed like flags in the wind.

I could stay all day never needing another meeting.

I came to taste the fruits of Camus Creek,

So I mounted my Honda Shadow and

rolled northwest to the best spot for fishing.

After a few miles and turns, passing through several gates,

I could hardly wait.

I snaked my way through willows to some open water.

In no time a brook trout beat his friends to a bite of bait.

Soon, six speckled fish wiggled their way into my creel.

Like a German-chocolate cake, all ingredients blended.