Feet walk it. The feet of boys with buckets of water on their head ascending Fort-Liberte Girl singing in the valley where we rode through the stream. This poem I wrote about last year prepares my heart to work hard to bless the folks in Haiti I will practice for a whole year to get it just right. Perhaps we will pass out glow bracelets to light the dark night on all the kids in the village. It's about one o Copyright Mothers were washing clothes by hand in wash pans along the coolness of the waters. Children Fort-Liberte Girl singing in splashing, playing together on laundry day.