Composition for Stradlater about Allie's Baseball Mit

There once was a boy named Trevor, who had bright red hair and a warm smile, who loved playing baseball. He used a mitt which he owned for several years. Yet this glove was like no other on the planet. Besides being a left-handed glove, Trevor had filled it with poems. The dark brown leather, which was worn, in some of the places, was quenched with green ink. These were written by Trevor so that when he was out in the field and there was nobody up to bat, he would have something to do. He wrote all kinds of poems; love poems, heroic poems, melancholic poems, and blissful poems. Short or long, Trevor's poems came straight from the heart, for he was a very sentimental boy. Trevor has passed away, and now his brother, Tucker, keeps this mitt as his most cherished possession.