About the First of June

What I like, come ‘bout the first of June,

I’ll tell you this, it n’ver comes too soon!

When the birds are flying, upon the sky,

And along with them my heart soars high.

A heat that comes with a summer’s day,

A heat like you’ll never feel in May.

The long stem roses that reach up high,

You’d almost think, they’d touch the sky.

The grass that covers the graveyards in town,

And covers those that fill the ground.

As I remember those buried there,

And all their Junes, and how they cared.

The bugs are many, as they buzz about,

Some buzz too low and feed the trout.

The trees are green, with leaves anew,

Filled with birds and there families too.

The fire flies come out as evenin’ nears,

Yes, the beauty of June, I’m moved to tears.

For on the rise we fine the moon,

And it’s glow will fill the night of June.

And the lazy days will come to me,

And find me down upon my knees.

Giving thanks to God, I’m wise and smart,

I’m no longer young, but young at heart.

Along the beaches where the seagulls play,

I fine myself wadding this fine June day.

As the earth cools, as evening grows,

Nectar in the flowers begins to flow.

I think of a girl I use to know,

And how in June she use to glow.

As evening closes on this fine June day,

I almost forget, I’m made of clay.

As the young girls, like flowers bloom,

These are the things I like, come the first of June,

And I’ll tell you this, it n’ver comes too soon.

©

George Henry Nichols 

Irena Sendler

Irena Sendler
Died: May 12, 2008 (aged 98)
Warsaw, Poland

During WWII, Irena got permission to work in the Warsaw ghetto as a Plumbing/Sewer specialist.

She had an ulterior motive.
Irena smuggled Jewish infants out in the bottom of the tool box she carried.

She also carried a burlap sack in the back of her truck, for larger kids.
Irena kept a dog in the back that she trained to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto.

The soldiers, of course, wanted nothing to do with the dog and the barking covered the kids/infants noises.

During her time of doing this, she managed to smuggle out and save 2500 kids/infants.
Ultimately, she was caught, however, and the Nazi's broke both of her legs and arms and beat her severely.
Irena kept a record of the names of all the kids she had smuggled out,

In a glass jar that she buried under a tree in her back yard.

After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may have survived and tried to reunite the family.

Most had been gassed. Those kids she helped got placed into foster family homes or adopted.

In 2007 Irena was up for the Nobel Peace Prize. She was not selected.

Al Gore won, for a slide show on Global Warming. 
Later another politician,

Barack Obama, won for his ? extraordinary efforts to strengthen international diplomacy and cooperation between peoples.? What that gobbledygook means is anybodys guess.
In MEMORIAM - 65 YEARS LATER

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I hope you'll consider doing the same.
It is now more than 65 years since the Second World War in Europe ended.
This e-mail is being sent as a memorial chain,

In memory of the six million Jews, 20 million Russians, 10 million Christians and 1,900 Catholic priests

Who were murdered, massacred, raped, burned, starved and humiliated!
Now, more than ever, with Iran , and others, claiming the HOLOCAUST to be 'a myth', It's imperative to make sure the world never forgets,

Because there are others who would like to do it again.