Joseph T. Renaldi
Biography of Joseph T. Renaldi
I am originally from Windber, Pennsylvania.For many years I lived in Frackville located in eastern Pennsylvania.I am the author of The Wailing Wind, A Tale of Love and Obsession and an assortment of poetry.The poem, Graduation Day is the most read of all the poems that I have written thus far.Many of my poems have been used by many individuals and organizations throughout the world.I spent forty(40) years in the field of education and am now retired.Since my retirement I spent much of my time to the visual arts, especially writing, painting, drawing, and woodcrafts.My basic life resume consists of the following: Education: Windber High School, Windber, PA, Western Maryland College, Westminster, MD.Military Service: USAF - United States, Japan, Korea.I have been married to the former Doris Hawk of Littlestown, PA for sixty (60) years. Children: Jan Renaldi, Morrisville, NC, Daniel J. Renaldi, Frackville, PA, Lori Renaldi Waqar, Harrisburg, PA. Grandchildren: Brianna Renaldi, Wilmington, NC, Lindsay Nicole Waqar, Harrisburg, PA.
During my career I served in the following capacities: Assistant Football Coach, Tachikawa AFB, Japan, Assistant Varsity Football Coach, Western Maryland College, Westminster, MD. Head Football Coach and Teacher of Civics and Economics at New Cumberland High School, New Cumberland, PA. Head Football, Basketball, and Baseball Coach and teacher of Latin and History at Frackville High School, Frackville, PA. Assistant Varsity Football Coach at Drexel University, Philadelphia, PA. Teacher, Defensive Football Coordinator, Head Track Coach, Junior High Basketball Coach in the Saint Clair Area School District, Saint Clair, PA. I served as the Administrative Assistant to the Superintendent of the Saint Clair Area School District, Saint Clair, PA for twenty (20) years.
Joseph T. Renaldi's Works:
The Wailing Wind, A Tale of Love and Obsession
Joseph T. Renaldi Poems
A War Time Prayer
Lord, please bless our warriors, Protect them day and night, Guide them through battle, Forever in thy sight.
Coping With Life
We encounter smiles, encounter tears Throughout the journey of life. Sometimes the days are bright and promising, And then come the unbearable days of strife.
A Miner's Tears
My chair is rocking back and forth, Gazing at the scarred mountain slope. Behold - an inactive mine and coal breaker And a mound of refuse with little hope.
Where We Once Played
Once there were children swinging, And others merrily singing, Many playing games all day, Now, hand in hand we walk together
The First Ice Storm
The town is strung with crystal wires, A spectacular view at the ice storm's height, While carpets of silver drape the highlands, And drooping branches are coated white.
Retiring To A College Town
You can't go wrong retiring to a college town, I did without any restrain, Thinking of my exciting collegiate years, My decision has not been in vain.
These I Shall Remember
Memories of the days in a vast cover of the sun, The bright, cloudless skies above the hills, The long scenic roads of home, The grazing, lush pastures on the slopes,
Life's Highest Goal
Men and women devote their lives Seeking and searching for gold Clamoring they must prepare for The time when they are old.
Voyage Across The Sea
Sailing across the vast sea, On a ship filled with promising dreams, And blindly steering an unknown course Charted by uncertain schemes.
Snake In The Grass
Slithering in silence as you pass, Tracing a narrow path through the grass, Stirring no leaf nor twig on your way, Beneath the cover of a sunny day,
The Wailing Wind
I'm amazed at the wind's changing mood, Its ability to maneuver far and wide, The quiet motion - the tumultuous ones, The way it pushes at ones side.
My Beloved Dog
Today, while I sit in my chair to rest, I reminisce again the time I love best. In my mind's eye once more I can see, My mother is giving a Schnauzer puppy to me.
The snowflakes fall quietly upon the shrubs, And glitter like heavenly stars, A variety of shapes from the clouds above, Causing my thoughts to wander far.
A lighthouse stands near the rugged shore To warn ships of the dangerous rocks and waves, And aiding them from going astray, Guiding them to a safer way.
The Wailing Wind
I'm amazed at the wind's changing mood,
Its ability to maneuver far and wide,
The quiet motion - the tumultuous ones,
The way it pushes at ones side.
It pounds at the coastline creating massive waves,
Releasing its wrath against the sandy shore.
It approaches the heartland with a fury,
Across the golden wheat fields even more.