A Cornish Oak. For Adam, who could not stay. Love you, bro.
Cornish Eye was written by the Cornish poet Clive Blake
He watched A Cornish chough, Flying so Cornish high, Over Cornish cliffs, In a Cornish sky, All Cornish observations, Made by his Cornish eye.
He watched The Cornish sun, Masked by a Cornish cloud, He thought his Cornish thoughts, His Cornish thoughts were loud, He viewed the Cornish landscape, And He felt so Cornish proud.
He watched The Cornish waves, Roll into the Cornish bay, He saw the Cornish sunset, At the end of another Cornish day, For he is forever Cornish, And forever Cornish he will stay …
The fruits are hard to spot in the picture. This is soursop, guanabana here, unmistakable once you see the spiky green fruit hanging among the glossy dark leaves.
Fun fact: the flesh is prized for juice and ice cream, but the seeds and leaves are toxic if ingested, so only the fruit itself gets eaten. 🍈
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