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A Poem:
The race day was bright as the engines came to roar
You went bumper to bumper
Door to door
Yet in the end you decided to block
The win for your team, you were sure to lock
Give away the chance to get the win
Sacrifice the battle; watching the kin
You watched the victory from a much greater Place
You were taking the checkered flag in the biggest Race
Although you're gone, and will be truly missed
That victory for Waltrip was blessed with your kiss
Matthew A. Keith, Jr.
2/18/01
Funeral Blues
by W.H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos, and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle, moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up thw wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
The Final Lap
A thrill was in the air that day
As the number three flashed past
Shouts and cheers rose on the wind
As his car sped by so fast.
The race had been so thrilling
The finish line just ahead
The thought did not occur to us
We'd see tragedy instead.
The final lap came all to soon
For a hero we held dear
Little did we know that day
That the end for him was near.
Our hearts are filled with sadness
Our hero had to leave
To race across the Heavens now
While we are left to grieve.
The gates of Heaven opened
His final trophy gleaming bright
He slowly gunned his engine
As he drove into the light
Dale Earnhardt
April 29, 1951---February 18, 2001
By Charlotte Anselmo
My Hero
By Barb Kerr
The greatest man I never met, has run his final race
The pain I feel is showing, in the tears upon my face
With the love of a father, and that of a friend
He protected Mike and Junior, right to the end
In that special ,unselfish move, for all the world to see
He showed why we love that BLACK#3
We have lost the heart of racing, it will never be the same
But he was far more than just a racing name
His skill in driving was beyond compare
But it was the man himself that made me care
Those steel blue eyes, that sly dawg grin
The way he cared , all part of him
The loving husband,the faithful friend
The proud father, memories that will never end
He lived for Sundays,the race to win
To beat the odds, was life to him
To hear those engines roar to life
Was second only to God and his wife
Strapped into the number 3, after Teresa's kiss
Calm, relaxed, ready to race.Nothing was amiss
As he made that final turn, in the number 3
I wonder if it was more than air, the MAN IN BLACK could see
Did he see his daddy, and Neil Bonnet standing there
And all of heaven angels, when all we saw was air
I think that God was standing there to meet the elder E
The one that he's been waiting for to drive Heaven's #3
I do not know how long this ache, will tear apart my heart
It may never happen, it may never start
No one can replace him, in our hearts or on the track
Rest in peace my hero, I'll always love the Man in Black
~~~~COLORS~~~~
Black was the color of our beloved #3
Our HERO would drive it
His goal victory...
Red is the colors our eyes swelled as we cried
When we heard the news
Our hero had died...
White is the color of that guiding light
You followed it willingly
It doesn't feel right...
Black was the color we felt on that day
Neil reached down from HEAVEN and said
C'mon buddy the fishin's good today...
Red was the color of her passoinate kiss
How did she know
How much you'd be missed...
White is the color of the wings you wear now
Through our thoughts we wander
and still question how...
Black was the color we wore on the day
That our Hearts were broken
'cause you'd gone away...
Red is the color we'll watch from now on
Your son is the legacy
through him you'll drive on...
White is your light that shines from the sky
our Hero we'll miss you
and kiss you goodbye...
~Jenifer Larsen~
~ Milford Utah~
TRIBUTE TO DALE EARNHARDT
He was known as the "Intimidator,"
the "Man in Black" was he;
Smokin' 'round the race track,
in his Chevy No. 3.
He was a racing Champion,
admired and loved by all;
His name is Dale Earnhardt,
who crashed into a wall.
A quietness was in the air,
which fell as heavy as thick rain;
As the announcement pierced us all,
we could feel the shuddering pain.
The last turn on the track,
was his final lap of life;
Now he is a Nascar legend,
leaving behind a loving wife.
For this Nascar superhero,
God had another plan;
No racing engines needed,
with God's golden wings to span.
Dale is up in Heaven,
racing to a familiar tune;
It is "Amazing Grace,"
God gave to him so soon.
Copyright 02/18/2001 Brenda A. McMahon
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