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The Beeman

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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