Biography of Michael Peterson
Lives in Janesville, Wisconsin
Married,2 Adult boys, Granddaughter and a Grandson
I have some college, Graduated Parker Senior High School class of 1979 (Janesville, Wi)
I never written anything professionally. All my writings comes to me spontaneous. Thru somethings I see or feel from the heart. I enjoy writing so people can enjoy my passion. A smile or a tear, that touched someone is why I write. My day is complete when someone reads my poems.
Michael Peterson's Works:
Some day I hope to have a book or two.. Every writer's dreams..
Michael Peterson Poems
Brothers And Sisters, We Are
Born brothers and sisters we were Growing up in the same place But in so many different ways Some of us successful, some still struggling
A Walk In The Park
A walk in the park on a sunny day follow the trails, beautiful miles seeing nature, seeing strangers birds, butterflies flowing endlessly
I have traveled many places from here to there almost every where seen places and people, never thought i would from army bases to castles to to the sands of a desert
Happy Birthday Beautiful Angel
On this special day an angel was born Beautiful, tiny and soft, a gentle baby This the day you were brought into this wonderful world How much you changed the world on this day
School days, school days where did the summer go the beaches, festivals and summer love time to get the backpacks ready
First impressions, First words Expressions, Reactions They can say a lot about a person Good, bad, happy or sad
Romantic Birthday Wishes
Candle lights, a bed of petals A sprinkle of roses A table with the candles lit Two plates, two wine glasses
A Day In Park
swings, slides and sand the park so peaceful early in the day the sun rising, shadows casting across the grass the breeze flow so soft, quiet and free
The Tick Of Time
As time ticks away Life grows on fast From babies to the elders We age so fast
Admiring Her Beauty & Love
A silhouette so finely shaped gorgeous figure, a curvy frame big beautiful breast, soft tight butt, fine lone legs the long wavy hair wrapping around your shapely face
water flow and spraying a small pond around not to deep, not to dirty the mighty fountain spraying many feet up
Waking up and seeing you sleeping How beautiful and peaceful you are Snoring lightly, breathing softly Warm and soft to touch so gently
Our Small Town
Love going for walks around town A small town a holler from the big city The many old building lining the main street Which by the way isn't main street that's a block away
A Stormy Night
Clouds filling the skies beautiful lighting show in the distance flashing like a disco ball, exciting to all winds picking up, swirling around
As I pass the many flags out.
I wonder what soldier gave their life for it. The tears and joy for every soldier that comes home.
But we cannot forget the one who died a long the way. Their souls and memories should never be forgotten.
They gave their lives for our freedom. Now we give our love for their lives.