The Moons Glow Bright in the Meadow
The moons glow bright in the meadow,
Their eerie light cast on the mysterious tree
Whose shadow never moves
And whose branches never blossom.
And no one really looks on this meadow
Because no one can seem to find it.
About the Contributor
Lauren Nagy, Editor
Lauren is a senior at Freehold High School, eager to be entering her third year as a writer forĀ The Colonial's literary magazine and her second year as an editor. An avid reader, she is also a multi-instrumentalist and enjoys knitting when she can find the time. Despite her place in the Medical Sciences program, she foresees a career in neither medicine nor science - and would rather study English, creative writing, and music in college. If she wrote a novel that one day became a widely beloved classic, that would be pretty nice too.