The Oak Of Nikola, The Son Of Thomas Poem by Nastasimir Franovic

The oak of Nikola, the son of Thomas

Two hundred summers stand the oak alone by the roadside.
Landmark to pedestrian.
Borderstone at the property.
The shepherd's shade.
Children's playground.
You can bet how big it is in a circle.
Good for picking the leaves for goat
Shelter from the rain.
A witness to time.
Rest place for travelers.
It is a hornet's home.
Mighty oak.
It is like a thoroughbred horse.
It is like a good ox from the yoke.
It Looks like a good harvest.
The oak is good for the village gathering spot.
It has stood alone for two hundred years.
Exuberant and beautiful to see.
And time did not harm him at all.
The oak of Nikola, the son of Thomas, stands alone.
And baddie came and broke its branches
First one and later another one
Not to warm up.
Not that he benefits.
He would continue breaking branches but they were too high
It is still standing.
The oak of Nikola, the son of Thomas
Stands the oak, crippled and alone!

Nastasimir - Misko Franovic