Haiti's Hope
A poem by Sabrina Terrill A mission trip to Bayonnais Haiti, where majestic and steep mountains abound, And the vision of I.C.D.M. that promises to help the children, will surely astound Every early morning we would awake to donkey’s brays, rooster crows and childhood chatter. On weekday mornings these children travel down descending paths, getting to school is all that matters. In their school uniforms neatly pressed by an iron that uses hot charcoal to heat... They all travel sometimes for hours, on graveled trails, which is no small feat. This I know firsthand since I also hiked these dangerously daunting mountainous peaks, Where my endurance skills and sometimes competitive nature they definitely did tweak. The children are adorable and healthy in a country where poverty is widespread,…