Nina on the Mound

The day was clear.

The wind was cold.

They came to play

At Pigeon Cove.

Gloucester arrived

With mighty bats

Only to meet up

With Nina’s wrath.

She threw. They swung.

Never had a chance.

The speed of the ball

Put them in a trance.

Strike one. Strike two.

Strike three … you’re out!

We won! We won! We Won!
Nina’s teammates shout.