Remembering Dale# 3 Poem by Tracy Rollings

Today, I just sat and cried
remembering the day, that Dale died.
A man we all knew and loved
is watching down from heaven above.

He always gave his very best
we knew he was better than the rest.
But today, the race isn't the same
because without him it's just a game.

There were some that really hated him
but when he left, it about killed them.
We'll always miss you bad dale
because you drove that 3 so well.

Sometimes it's hard to go on
knowing that dale is really gone.
We all really miss you bad
you were the best that we had.

So farewell my good friend
and know we will meet again.