Sketching in the Holy Lands

I’m trying to document my trip to the holy lands in my sketchbook. I brought 2 sketchbooks with me. I have a small one with 60 pages where I can write notes and do quick sketches on the go. My second book is a larger, 5.5” x 8.5”, extra heavy weight mixed medium pad. I’ve also been taking photos so I can use them as a reference for later. This sketch is called Herodian. The site is currently under excavation. Herodian is Herod‘s palace that he erected on top, and inside, inside a man made mountain. I sketched this from photo references.

Herodian, sketch book entry. 8.5” x 11”

Poem: My 2013 Resolution

2013 Resolution

House is full,

just collecting dust.

On things there

that are not a must.

Ten knick knacks

lined along the shelf

“Where’re they from?”

I ask of myself.

Shoes, soles worn,

twenty five years old.

Lots of things

on to which I hold.

I resolve

that this year will be

When I get

less cluttered.  Junk free.

June Nash

Poem: Beat Your Children

Beat Your Children

Beat your children every day.

Lessons learned will surely stay.

They must learn to try their best

Try to out perform the rest.

If won’t beat them, what is taught?

Success without effort brought?

To master life, must work hard,

Stay alert, be on ones guard.

In the morn, if child is slow,

Challenge them in race to show

Excelling can be fun game.

In beating them there’s no shame.

Beat your kids, but not with belt.

Good examples better felt.

Beat your child from time to time.

This sort of thrashing’s not a crime.

June Nash

Poem about The Lack of Ambition To Get A Job

NOT THE JOB FOR ME

It’s not that I don’t want to work,

But don’t like to slave for a jerk.

The tasks are dreary

And make me weary.

So from all things not fun I’ll shirk.

 –

Mental work is the chore I choose.

At a desk, scratch my head and muse.

Never broke a sweat

At exertion yet.

Exceptions to this won’t peruse.

 –

Dirty jobs are not tasks for me.

Must be something better you see.

As long as can live

Off what other’s give,

I’ll sit back, relax, watch TV.

June Nash

I don’t know what prompted me to write this poem.  Maybe it is because I occasionally run across people who seem to have this attitude.

Is this a commonplace attitude in our society?

Poem: Birthday Wish

Birthday Wish

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My special friend is sixty three.

A year, times three, older than me.

In years he is old,

But like youth lives bold,

As a child, through life, he runs free.

 –

This man he is not an old fart,

Though oft, early mornings, can’t start.

Give him cup of joe,

Then off he will go,

To adventures, following heart.

 –

My special friend is sixty three.

In spirit much younger than me.

Works hard to keep fit,

Both body and wit.

Happy Birthday mon cher ami!

June Nash