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.
Graduation Day is the climax of a dream.
A parental dream that began when a child is born,
And their hope come true it would seem,
A triumph held after periods of forlorn,
Once Upon an autumn day,
Colorful leaves began to fade
In the midst of a chilly, frosty air
As multitude of trees grew steadily bare.
There are strange and mysterious sounds
When the winds of winter blow,
The long nights are crystal clear and cold,
And the fields and meadows are covered with snow.
Once upon a Summer day,
Birds chirped in a musical way,
Grass drenched in the morning dew,
The sky covered in a vast color of blue.