That Place Called Ace
By, Michael Keller

There stands a building of red bricks,
With a small bell tower up top.
The yard is littered with many little sticks,
Where the rabbits prefer to hop.

Inside holds old wooden floors,
Made of creaky wooden boards.
Not a thing is out of place,
Because we are here, this is ACE.

Here at ACE we are free to learn,
The Alternative Center for Excellence provides us with motivation.
We simply come here to earn,
Things such as our diploma and our education.

Some may say that ACE is a bad place,
But really it isn’t.
We all are just different,
So just come on in, and be part of this place known as ACE.