Wizard of the Fellowship
Istari of Old
Greatest Wizard on the screen,
Hero in real life.
a wizard who isn't late
good old Mithrandir
back from journey long
a final test to reveal
the ring on the hearth
falling fast downwards
a well without a bottom
chides fool of a Took
teacher, mentor, friend
old man with a thorny staff
a wizard who cares for trees
Gandalf, the white one.
Long gray beard, blue pointy hat
never late, Gandalf
Grey betrayed by white
falls into darkest shadow
white, no longer grey
(Based on "The Fog" by Carl Sandburg)
The Wizard comes
in small pony cart.
He sits looking over shire and party
While pipe smoke blowing
And then moves on.
(based on Rossetti's "Who has seen the Wind?")
Who has seen the Wizard?
Neither I nor you;
But when the sky is thundering,
'Tis Gandalf passing through.
Who has seen the Wizard?
Neither you nor I;
Yet somehow even yet we know,
When Gandalf passes by
By many names you are known.
Wizard, Istari, Olorin,
Bearer of a Ring.
Your Power is not only in Spells,
But in your Steadfastness,
The Strength of your Humanity,
The Goodness of your Soul
For Sir Ian
With pointy hat and beard of grey
Sir Ian does become,
A Wizard known as Mithrandir--
The Gandalf we all love.
The robes of grey, the gnarled staff,
and eyebrows grey and long,
A long sharp sword, a silver scarf--
McKellen can't go wrong.
But things alone no wizard make,
It takes much more, you see,
To bring to life the Wizard's heart,
So real for him to be.
To you, Sir Ian one final wish,
One last thing I must say,
You've given to us such a gift--
To you--Happy Birthday!
A Horse of Course!
Gandalf Grey started the trip,
From the mountain, into the mine.
Evil Balrog, snaking whip,
Into the abyss, lost in time.
Returns upon a great white horse,
We knew he was not dead, of course!
Have You Seen Him?
Do you know Gandalf the Grey?
Tall fellow, beard, pointy hat.
I've not seen him for many a day!
Might as well enjoy your stay in Bree,
Heaven knows where the next inn will be.
Gandalf said to Saruman,
"Your not as powerful as I am!"
Lock me in your tower high.
Away on an eagle I will fly.
I will not even say "Good-bye"!
In Praise of Wizards
Gandalf nudged Bilbo out of his door.
No time even to sweep the floor!
Not a chance for a pipe, or to wash his plate.
Goodness sakes, even second breakfast had to wait!
Down the road he raced, the dwarves to find.
His pocket hankerchiefs left behind.
Most very helpful to have a wizard along.
Keep trolls a feudin', til' sun turns them stone!
Shining light, thru dark halls under mountain.
Directions he gives when paths are uncertain.
Fire he creates, snaps his staff with a jerk.
Of goblins and orcs, his sword makes short work.
Flame on wolf noses, howls of pain.
Eagles to carry you over the plain.
Here's good advice, if journey you must make.
Find a great wizard, with you to take!
Once there was a wizard wise, to friends, Gandalf Grey.
At Bilbo's birthday party, wonderous fireworks did display.
The Council of Elrond appointed him their leader,
Goblins and orcs? He was afraid of neither.
Along dark paths he led them, up mountain steep.
Unwilling, he conceded, to try the mines deep.
Great fear had he of Durin's Bain, Balrog of despair.
The Company did not know, they would leave him there.
"Fly fools" he cried, as the whip curled round his knees.
Running from the evil trap, tears drying in the breeze.
Refreshed, tho' grief no less, onward they go again.
Days much more dreary, without their wizard friend.
The white horse came running at Gandalf's call,
Wizard leaped upon his back, he did'nt like it at all.
He kicked and he bucked and he stomped all around,
Til' he threw the old dude, crash on the ground.
"Dratted horse," he exclaimed, moaning in pain,
An easier way there must be, to cross the plain.
He looked to the sky and saw a great bird,
Whistling very loud, hoping he heard.
Lord Eagle flew down and softly landed,
Take me to the king, Gandalf commanded.
This darn horse won't do a thing that I say,
So he jumped on the bird and flew away.
Turns out this was not Shadowfax, but another,
White Tornado was his name, Shadowfax's brother!
G is For...
G is for the great guy who in Middle Earth leaves his mark,
A is for how he answers riddles in the dark,
N is never being very early or too late,
D is for the dwarves, elves, men, and hobbits who think he's simply great!
A is how he always encourages the finest out of me,
L is for his love of Southfarthing leaf and Shire tree,
F is for his fabulous fireworks galore,
without his love and guidance doom might reign forevermore.
Put them all together, they spell GANDALF -
He's the greatest, dearest wizard,
My friend, my guide, my leader,
A mentor unto me!
What Bilbo really thinks when Gandalf
Gandalf the Gray is coming my way
What do I do?! what do I do?!
Everytime I see him
Into a quest he drags me in
Oh what am I going to do?!
Should I put on my ring?
He's beginning to sing
OIh what am I going to do?!
A last poem for Gandalf
Gandalf day is over, it is come to the bitter end.
How many tributes honoured him, the Wizard we call friend.
Some poems made us giggle, some poems made us cry,
And every word we wrote told him--We think you're quite a guy!!!
We love our old Grey Pilgrim, dear Mithrandir our chum,
We spent all day with Gandalf and it was heaps of fun.
Sir Ian, if you're peeping into this board tonight
Remember that we think that you, to our amazed delight
Portrayed the cranky Wizard, with eyebrows thick as thatch
So perfectly that we believe you're Gandalf's mortal match.
We're waiting now for Christmas, but not for Santa Claus
But for the next great movie--JRRT's Two Towers!