we all sit on the chairs in the Great Hall in rows
and we wait for the first years to hear
what the tattered old hat on the wooden stool knows
to which house they'll be sent to this year

and he tells us of courage and the brave or the smart
how, together, we must stand as one
that the choice is not made by the mind, but the heart
and its final and it can't be undone

good luck everyone, have fun with it and for those of you who say you wish you could write poetry , it's alot easier than you think, give it a try....you never know what you can come up with........:ballcap: Spots

(and I second Kris's congrats, Linda Hagrid, great idea!!)