September 11, 2001 — September 11, 2021

Twenty years, has it been so long?

I remember that morning
all too well.

It was early here in our Pacific Northwest town
We were just rising
Getting ready for the day —
Turning on the news
Then …

My Husband called out
“Come out here, you have to see this”
As I reached the living room
And turned to the television
The second airplane
flew into the second tower
My … heart … stopped
For just a minute

Was this real
What was happening
I found I was crying
We watched the towers collapse

We heard a low flying aircraft
And ran outside to see
A fighter jet from Whidbey Air base passed over
I didn’t know whether to feel safe,
Or frighted.

Twenty years, long years
seems like yesterday
Twenty years, a lifetime for some

Twenty years of fighting in foreign countries
To many lives lost  
US lives, Iraqi, Afghani lives lost
Twenty years of death
Of young men and woman
Lives gone,
Ruined,
Changed forever

Was it worth it?

Why must we always
Respond with weapons,
Hate, anger, torture,
imprisonment, and lies
… by those who said they would lead us?

Was it worth it?

Why did Guantanamo Bay have to happen?
Why did Abu Ghraib have to happen
Why the loss of limb and mind have to happen?

Was it worth it?

Can we not see that war only brings
More hate, more war, more torture,
More lives lost?

Can we not see that our
Young men and Young Women, of all nations
are worth more than cannon fodder?

Can we not see that war only teaches war?

Was it worth it?

Could we have responded differently?

Could we not have honored the dead of 9/11
by finding a different path?

Could we not have found a path that healed
rather than kept the wounds
open and festering?

In hindsight can we not see there
Was a different way forward?

Twenty Years since September 11, 2001
Yet, we haven’t learned anything from that day.

Was it all worth it?

Ruth Jewell, ©September 11, 2021

Remember

Remember dawns cold light,
     calves calling, cows munching.
Remember white foals,
     soft hay laced breath.
Remember buckets of water,
     heavy, cold, fresh from the well.
Remember fresh eggs
     still warm from the nest.
Remember eggs, pancakes, bacon and hot coco,
     kept me going ‘till lunch.
Remember hot, steaming, metal tubs of water,
     babies bathing first,
                             poor dad always went last.
Remember beginnings,
Remember endings,
Remember endings that led into beginnings,
Remember,
Remember,
Remember.

Ruth Jewell, ©July 17, 2020

Old Pine Memories

She was a grand old pine
She, I always thought of her as She,
would whisper and sing
songs of water,
earth,
sun,
wind,
and welcome
how I loved her voice

She was our playmate as
we sat under the canopy,
lazing on hot summer days
swinging on the old board swing
     twisting, then releasing
     gazing up into the branches
     dizzy, whorls of green light

It was game, who would get sick first.

Games were played beneath her branches
houses made of her sticks and needles
     She was always home base

Nighttime she rapped on my window
     rain sang through her arms of green and brown
snow held her branches down
     creating a cave beneath to shelter in

Pine tree-friend
you sang me to sleep
danced with me in the wind
shielded me from hot summer sun
protected me from rain and snow

Oh, how I miss you my friend

Ruth Jewell, ©July 15, 2020

Image: Yosemite National Park, October 2017, Photo Ruth Jewell