JESEN, RASKALJANI PUTI…AUTUMN, MADDY ROADS….

Ovu pjesmu sam recitirao u pučkoj školi, selo Vlašići u Sovićima 1949. godine. Učitelj je bio neki prezimenom Sivrić od Ljubuškog. Ja sam tada išao u četvrti razred pučke škole. U razredu nas je bilo, djevojčica i dječaka preko 40. Učitelj Sivrić je izabrao 3 djevojčice i 3 dječaka da ovu pjesmu nauče na pamet, i onaj koji ju bude najbolje recitirao, na roditeljskom sastanku pred svima će ju recitirati. Eto poslije 74 godine još uvijek se sjećam stihova te pjesme o Jeseni.

Mile Boban.

Austin, Texas

22 rujna 2023.

    
JESEN

Raskaljani puti,
kišoviti dani,
lišće vene žuti,
na okisloj grani.

Odbjegle su laste,
daljina ih skriva,
noć sve više raste,
dan sve kraći biva.

Na vrh polja, njiva,
sva priroda spava,
pada magla siva,
došla jesen prava.

(Nepoznati autor)

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                                           English

I recited this poem in the primary school in the village of Vlašići in Sovići in 1949. The teacher was someone named Sivrić from Ljubuški. At that time, I was in the fourth grade of primary school. There were over 40 girls and boys in the classroom. Teacher Sivrić chose 3 girls and 3 boys to learn this poem by heart, and the one who recites it the best will recite it in front of everyone at the parents’ meeting. After 74 years, I still remember the lyrics of that song about Autumn.

Mile Boban.

Austin, Texas

September 22 2023

AUTUMN

Muddy roads,
rainy days,
leaves turn yellow,
on a wet branch.

The swallows fly away,
distance hides them,
the night grows longer,
the day is getting shorter and shorter.

On the top of the field,
all nature sleeps,
gray fog falls,
the fall truly has come.

(Unknown author)