Baldwin Breadwinner/IF-9.231

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In Literature

Crabs Poet Laureate Runolfio Peeper had the following to say about Baldwin:

She was an enigma, all shrouded in hope,
That unwitting batter we traded for dreams,
We could only observe her through our telescope,
As the Crabs all kept losing to shadowy teams.

Then all the Crab players did crash down to earth,
And settled back in on the Chesapeake coast,
We got to know Baldwin, and praised her worth,
Til a flying stray peanut did near make her toast.

A deadly nut allergy, how could she risk it?
She swallowed a shell as she ran to third base,
And from that point, sadly, she just took the biscuit,
Her fielding, sprinting, and swinging lacked grace.

But she rolled with the punches, and just wouldn’t quit,
Never deigning to loaf, knew she needed the prize,
She never felt stale, though she just couldn’t hit,
And then, like a flower, she started to rise.

As the playoffs got hotter, Baldwin did take shape,
She dove for every bag, getting no outs,
And stretched out her glove, as if thin as a crepe,
To snatch out the slicing line drives in a rout.

She played better and better through every inning,
And when all games were done, and everything said,
She held high our trophy, gloriously grinning,
For none could deny that she won us our bread.