Sentinels

The sun highlights a ridge of trees on the top of the mountain in the distance and they stand there like weary sentinels guarding their land.

I’m glad someone is looking over this land. Someone whose roots run deeper than a checkbook and who would help the people in Haiti even if there was no money. As long as there was food and medicine, clothing and muscles to move it all around. Why does everything come down to dollars and cents?