A sublime, hot afternoon waterside with my four babies, a picnic basket, and a shady spot.  Not even the ants could ruin it!

The Picnic

by Dorothy Aldis

We brought a rug for sitting on,
Our lunch was in a box.
The sand was warm. We didn’t wear
Hats or shoes or socks.

Waves came curling up the beach.
We waded. It was fun.
Our sandwiches were different kinds.
I dropped my jelly one.