The Resolution

The far horizon beckoned,
Compelling me to follow the path
Towards the rising dawn sun,
With the chill of the morning
Clearing my head like menthol,
I took time to reflect
Upon my last evening
Sat in front of the camp fire.
The peace of the night
And the crackling logs
That sent sparks
Shooting up into the night sky
Like my own private pyrotechnics display
Had helped me rekindle
A diminishing passion,
Reminded me that there was more to life
Than the daily competition
For material gains,
Today, when I return to the jungle of concrete
Affectionately known as “home”
I will not be swayed; I will not be deterred,
No more pussyfooting around
For this planet needs saved
And I will lend my voice to every cause
That needs another voice,
Enabling it to be heard.

©Alan B.McGourlay