By Ken Allan Dronsfield
The Beeman As geese slowly cruise around the edge of the pond, small goslings hurry to keep up. The first light of the new day begins to peek above the horizon. A man with his coffee sits on the deck and ponders his day. Mists of the early morning move like tendrils across the water and dew twinkles in the green grass of the yard. The Beeman, donning hat and veil, slowly walks the path towards the apiary just as a peach sunrise ignites a Georgia sky
Ken Allan Dronsfield is a prize winning poet from New Hampshire, now residing in Oklahoma. Ken loves writing, thunderstorms, coin collecting and spending time with his rescue cats, Willa and Yumpy.
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