Family Picnic
Ants crawl onto our picnic
Blanket in a straight line,
Creeping towards the food.
Dad swipes at them as we are
Eating and my sister attacks them with a
Fork, flicking them into the
Green grass beside her
Hurriedly,
I swipe up my sandwich and
Juice box to
Keep them away from the
Long line of approaching ants.
Mom grabs a
Napkin to push the ants
Off the blanket.
Picnics are usually
Quite eventful, whether
Robins or
Squirrels attempt to
Take our food from
Us, but we
Value the enjoyable time
We have together, picking
Xanthic dandelions and
Yelling as we play,
Zig-zagging through the park.
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