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It was a sunny Feburary day The air was tense some would say. This is the Biggest Race of the Season To drive and win was just enough reason. Excitement seemed to fill the air Drivers gathered together in prayer. A loving wife's hand on her husband' shoulder Praying for protection from the Great Beholder. Seasoned drivers,rookies,and past champions too Were readying themselves for the race that is true. A father was driving his dead son's car In memory of a life lost,on his heart a scar. Another father looking proud as he can be Drove behind his son,in car number three. Both father and boss,three cars on the track, All wanting to win,none looking back. Had they looked back,what they would see The Intimidator turned Protector in Car Number Three, He blocked and swerve,well that was no sin, He held the pack off so his drivers could win. Just when he knew that the race was won, Dale hit the wall in a race of his own. All went black as he closed his eyes,I know he wasn't ready for all the goodbyes. We just can't believe that this was his final ride But he saw Mike and Dale Jr.,and he swelled with pride. A bittersweet victory was what Mike felt While beside his great father his son Dale Jr. knelt. Intimidator to some,a Hero to all I believe he was ready for the Lord's call. Dale we will miss you,Our hearts do cry, But we know that you,re driving the car #3 in the sky.

With a saddened heart i will tell the tale Of the Nascar Champion Driver,Dale The baby boy born in Fifty-one Dale's daddy Ralph was proud of his son. A racer himself,Dale learn from his dad Techniques and strategies.The talent he had "Establish your territory and always stay cool" Ralph taught his son to be no fool. The words of his dad Dale never forgot And after Ralph died,Dale missed him alot Young Dale raced on and in seventy-nine Took Rookie of the Year.I know he felt fine! Dale took no prisnoners when on the track. He always looked foward,never looking back. His unique style of racing became a sight And along the he became The Black Knight. Attending those races,the fans came to see Daring young Dale driving car number three Right from the start when the race would began The thrill of witnessing young Dale to win He passed and he rubbed and by ninety-four Seven Championships he won with his high-score But Feburary that year he lost his best friend Neil Bonnet his buddy had come to an end. But for the Black Knight the race must go on Although a .bright light from his own life was gone. The Intidmiator was tough onthe track Determined ti win never looking back Then finally after waiting twenty long years Daytona 500 his eyes filled with tears. He waited so long to win When he did crossed that line,he was in first place Like his father before him,he was teaching his son. A new generation had just begun Dale Junior,Car 8 Dale Sr Car 3 Both racing to be the best they could be. Theresa there watching the wild fast paced ride Wind blowing in her hair,her face filled with pride As Dale got in his car,she gave him a kiss For love and for luck.This she will miss So many wrecks he had walked away from But another Feburary,another unfateful day Same track,same turn that took his friend That day at Daytona the Black Knight,s life did end. On a cold rainy day in Annapolis North Carolina they laid him to rest With full knowledge that he had given his best With tears and prayers and heartfelt love, They will commend his spirit to God above. He left behind his legecy And a empty black car with a white number 3 A void so vast that none can fill Though some may try...but no one evr will. Dale a legend in his own time Dale the Black Knight shall forever shine Dale Earnhardt the man whose life is gone But the Legend of The Black Knight shall go on and on and on.