Disclaimer: I own not the Hogwarts founders, and am not claiming them, but
the strange notions about legends and history and all that are all mine.
They were four
One brave, one shrewd, one kind, one wise
A heart, a mind, a hand, a will
Long ago in the old, green plains of England
Hiding from the world outside their special gifts
Homeless, runaways, with nowhere to turn to but that place
And no one to turn to but each other
Together in the old, green plains of England
In the blooming countryside
Where none knew and none suspected
Of what was to become of there
Of them
The four
They shared a common dream
A hope, a prayer, a grand plan,
A wisp of promise for a better future on the old, soft wind
Still young, untaught, untested
They built a straw-roofed cabin, a playing field, a well
Far away somewhere, where nobody would find them
And took in those who in the world had nothing
Except a wooden wand, a tattered robe
And a gift greater than all the world's gold
Soon in that small cabin were young voices
Soon on that small playing field trotted young feet
And the world changed, and grew smaller, and much friendlier,
Which sat well with the four; After all,
The cabin became a castle, and the group became a horde
And swiftly, all they were
Were the old Four, the legendary Four
Who kept watch over a dream come true
And the years went by
Things changed in the castle, four mighty towers now stood
A great hall, a lovely forest
A playing field sporting six hoops,
And children by the hundreds laughing in the corridor
And the four grew older,
And eventually went the way all go
Leaving behind not memories, not grieving friends
But a legend that only needed room to grow
They were remembered, the Four, in four great houses
Each with a glory all its own, each with a celebrated past
In bedtime songs mothers sang to their babies
In legends of courage, wisdom, kindness, evil
Memorized in marble, wood and glass
In paintings and in sonnets and in thick books
Dusting quietly deep in each library's bowels
In chronicles and parchment and the awed whisper
Of every student in the castle; every child
Who knew their names and knew their dream and their great deeds
As did the entire Hidden World
But what they do not know
Is how one loved and longed and lost
And how one kept a diary
Bound in soft blue velvet
How one burst into song among the flowers
How one sneered all day and cried all night
And of a swing, a tree-house, a first kiss, a tender touch
And games played in the sunset
And hates and fears and loves and hopes and dreams
In the small cabin, under a crumbling roof
And beneath the starry open sky
Four marble statues stand at the gate to the castle.
~~ End ~~
They were four
One brave, one shrewd, one kind, one wise
A heart, a mind, a hand, a will
Long ago in the old, green plains of England
Hiding from the world outside their special gifts
Homeless, runaways, with nowhere to turn to but that place
And no one to turn to but each other
Together in the old, green plains of England
In the blooming countryside
Where none knew and none suspected
Of what was to become of there
Of them
The four
They shared a common dream
A hope, a prayer, a grand plan,
A wisp of promise for a better future on the old, soft wind
Still young, untaught, untested
They built a straw-roofed cabin, a playing field, a well
Far away somewhere, where nobody would find them
And took in those who in the world had nothing
Except a wooden wand, a tattered robe
And a gift greater than all the world's gold
Soon in that small cabin were young voices
Soon on that small playing field trotted young feet
And the world changed, and grew smaller, and much friendlier,
Which sat well with the four; After all,
The cabin became a castle, and the group became a horde
And swiftly, all they were
Were the old Four, the legendary Four
Who kept watch over a dream come true
And the years went by
Things changed in the castle, four mighty towers now stood
A great hall, a lovely forest
A playing field sporting six hoops,
And children by the hundreds laughing in the corridor
And the four grew older,
And eventually went the way all go
Leaving behind not memories, not grieving friends
But a legend that only needed room to grow
They were remembered, the Four, in four great houses
Each with a glory all its own, each with a celebrated past
In bedtime songs mothers sang to their babies
In legends of courage, wisdom, kindness, evil
Memorized in marble, wood and glass
In paintings and in sonnets and in thick books
Dusting quietly deep in each library's bowels
In chronicles and parchment and the awed whisper
Of every student in the castle; every child
Who knew their names and knew their dream and their great deeds
As did the entire Hidden World
But what they do not know
Is how one loved and longed and lost
And how one kept a diary
Bound in soft blue velvet
How one burst into song among the flowers
How one sneered all day and cried all night
And of a swing, a tree-house, a first kiss, a tender touch
And games played in the sunset
And hates and fears and loves and hopes and dreams
In the small cabin, under a crumbling roof
And beneath the starry open sky
Four marble statues stand at the gate to the castle.
~~ End ~~