Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 24

The Parachute

THE PARACHUTE For in each unfolding seam a panel of freedom lies. Sew new seams for history, work that women must do, It was hands like ours unfaltering that fashioned The Red, the White and the Blue. The stars do not rage in the skies. Must be mended by those who die. from the sky. The pride in our hearts, when we are doing our part Pass it on to him where the battle is dim, Here music plays into your thoughts. 'your face, On you depends perfection, God's noble grace. Spread the nylon smoothly, cut the ply piled deep, The sewxnE hum is another sun that fishts the battle The mechanics repair the scar. Stitch, girls, stitch us up the line! Let's get our chutes there on time! 2