What's News at HSA-Waco, according to the 9th Grade Journalism Class

“The Path” Photos and Poem by Lacy

In the windy trees

Comes the windy path,

On the windy path

Comes a distant memory,

In that distant memory hides the truth

Hiding its vile face, in the truth is my lies,

My lie spreads its wings and turns

The path downhill,

Down that hill, comes the frighten truth

The truth about my obnoxious love for him,

He sees me and turns

Turns away to leave me falling down the hill,

Onto my dangerous bed of lies.

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