In Honor of Sir Nicholas Winton

Nicholas had how many mistakes? Zero,
That super hero.
For he who saved me,
My name is Otto Stransky.

-Phoebe Opler

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The Brilliant Young Man

(From the perspective of Tomas Frank, a child saved by Nicholas Winton)

I am sad because a courageous man had died,
I had cried and cried and cried.
He was so kind hearted,

That he risked his life in the WWII torture camps he outsmarted.

I recall seventy years ago, that everything had been calm and peaceful,
Before I realized the Nazi’s were not so cheerful.

I had been captured from my home in Czechoslovakia and taken to a torture camp,
Where all I had for light was a lamp that was as dull as a tramp.

Then a brilliant young man came,
And he set the camp aflame.

Then another man came and asked the brilliant young man if he had gathered us up
And, he responded, “Yup!”

Now this brilliant young man is gone,
And he cannot see another dawn.
I am a donkey when I am sad.
His loss hurts me that bad.

At least he died peacefully in his sleep,
Without even making a peep.

In his lifetime, the brilliant young man had won the highest award-The Order of the White Lion.
The world will miss this person who was as bright as a dandelion.
-Preyan Mehta

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Nicky, My Savior

(From the perspective of Samuel Braun, a child saved by Nicholas Winton)

Nicky, you are my savior,
My trust turned to you before being terribly torn,

A courageous and humble man,
Armed with an amazing plan.

Nicky, you are my friend,
Like an angel from heaven, you saved me from the end.

You risked your life to help me flee,
From the dastardly Nazis.

Nicky, you are my hero,
If not for you, my life would be zero.

My parents put me on that train,
Not knowing what my future would gain.

Nicky, you are my father,
I still cannot believe you even bothered,

To save my life and 668 more,
So that instead of falling down, we could soar.

-Sam Gutterman

My Hero, Nicholas

(From the perspective of Helene Eisinger, a child saved by Nicholas Winton)

That cold and terrible night,
I was trembling in fright,
My hands turned up in prayer,

Would Sir Nicholas soon be there?

I did not want to make,
Trouble and escape,
Should I run away?

I must have hope and stay,

But if he does not come,
I will be forced to run,
And run I will,
For I could be killed!

Oh Nicholas, where are you now?

Oh, Nicholas, you were my star,
When from home, we were far,

Oh Nicholas, you were the light,
When the world was dark as night,

You saved us from the train,
When our hearts were in pain,

You were my hero, Nicholas.
-Sara Tourk

Nicholas

(from the perspective of Barbara, Nicholas’s daughter)

He is the only real hero I have ever known,
But to his not being here, I am not prone.
His pride stayed hidden in the twilight
Will I be alright?
A humble hero,
My happiness level is almost zero,
Not all heroes wear capes,
And across his back one doesn’t drape,
But he’s more a hero than I have ever dreamed,
He’s almost surreal, it seems.

My eyes flood with tears,
Is he really not here?
My heart fills with grief,
My thoughts of sadness are anything but brief,
And my head explodes with sorrow,
I will not hear from him tomorrow,
For Nicholas is gone,
I might never move on.

He had the most remarkable life,
Two children and a beautiful wife,
A savior to 669 kids,
Through Czechoslovakia he whid,
On eight trains,
Only thoughts of others whizzing through his brain.

We will never forget him,
He climbed the tree of life, limb by limb,
But he must leave,
Like a never - ending tragedy, we grieve.
Now he rests among the clouds
Looking down on your children, proud,
Sir Nicholas Winton.
- Tate Vaughan

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