In a Sea of Lakes
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In a sea of lakes,
Of which there are many….
Ankle-deep, reflective,
The potent odor of marshes,
Interminable ribbits emanating.
It takes all of five minutes to circumnavigate.
Be an ocean.
Wholesome, salty profoundness.
Ever deeper, ever darker,
Not even light knows what’s at the very core.
But because of the stinging salty air
Most people don’t venture out too far.
About the Contributor
Lauren Nagy, Editor
Lauren is a senior at Freehold High School, eager to be entering her third year as a writer for 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.
