Joseph T. Renaldi Poems

Who loves me, loves my dog.
Whatever its color, a dog is a dog.
Cut off the dog's tail, it remains a dog.
What! bark myself rather than keep a dog.
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Farewell to Winter as it passes by,
To the heavy clouds beneath the gloomy sky,
And to the slumber of the snow-covered earth
That soon will be awakened to a new birth.
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I saw a Cardinal in an evergreen tree,
An aesthetic sight that dazzled me.
A red bird seeking shelter from the snow
Causing my heart to immediately glow.
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A dog is a dog whatever its color.
A dog is a lion when at home.
A dog is wiser than a woman,
and does not bark at its master alone.
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A soldier was ordered into battle to face the foe,
His mind devoid of sensation - his body numb,
And his rifle fixed with a bayonet in front of him,
Charged the rampart hoping the conflict is won.
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Remember the blooming clover and flowers,
And fields of golden, ripening grain,
Swaying unsteadily to and fro,
Quivering in a gentle summer rain.
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Dad - You have been an extraordinary friend,
You were always giving me a helping hand,
Your hovering attentiveness soothed my problems,
And encouraged me to always take a firm stand.
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Please, don't chastise or stone me,
Or force me into a fiery grave.
Instead, let me present my views freely
To those who are steadfast and brave.
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Beauty brightens the wedding day
with purity of conduct at bay,
And innocence lies dormant now
marked by uncertainty on the brow.
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By the counter of the candy store
several small rumpled heads
are jumping up and down in joy.
They hear the store keeper's tread.
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