A Poem from Bristol
O Hail to you our knight in black
We'll miss you on our Bristol track
You were our golden gladiator
The one they call the Intimidator
With skillful force and might speed
You commanded your metallic steed
Around the high banked ovals of the track,
We honor you, our man in black.
We could scarcely wait for the March race
And once again see your smiling face.
As you came from the backfield to take the lead
And thrill the fans with awesome speed
Into each turn of the three quarter mile,
You always knew how to make us smile.
We'll miss you dale and we want you to know,
It's with heavy hearts we let you go,
But our master said, "You've fought the fight, you've won the race,
It's time to take you to my Heavenly Place
To be with the angels around my throne."
"Dale, My Son, WELCOME HOME."
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