Poetry Corner

The Moons Glow Bright in the Meadow

By Lauren Nagy, Literary Editor
March 4, 2021

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, Literary Editor

Lauren is a junior at Freehold High School, eager to be entering her second year as a writer for The Colonial's literary magazine and her first year as an editor of the magazine. An avid reader, she is also a multi-instrumentalist and enjoys drawing miniature portraits when she can find the time. Despite her place in the Medical Sciences program, she foresees a career in neither medicine nor science. Her passion lies in the creative world, and she hopes to spend her days writing poems and songs, telling stories, and watching the seasons change. If she wrote a novel that one day became a widely beloved classic, that would be pretty nice too.

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