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Tulip Time
Olive Wray Heywood 1941

It is Tulip time in Holland

and the fields are flaming red,

but instead of serving beauty

They form pillows for her dead,

And the lovely Wilhelmina

Forced to flee her native land

Prayed that God would spare her people

From this savage warring band

On they came by countless millions,

With their armoured tanks of steel

And the onslaught was terrible

Under Hitler’s ruthless heel.

One by one the smaller nations 

Fall the victims of her prey;

Can the allies stem the battles

In this harsh and awful fray?

Raining bombs and blazing torches,

Killing children by the score,

Hell let loose in all it’s fury

In this wild and deafening roar,

We can help them in this struggle.

Though we’re many miles away;

If our thoughts are always with them

We can lift our heads and pray.

Olive Wray Heywood, mother of Sgt William Wray Heywood 150 squadron. 

Killed 8th May 1941 Wellington bomber R1374

William Heywood


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