For writer's cramp: a short poem prompted from a line about Louisiana...
|Down in Louisiana, where the black trees
where begonia blossoms sing forth
from rich, alluvial soil,
where majestic cotton plantation
meets sugar cane tower,
where sluggish Choctaw bayou swamp
borders murky crawdad pond,
where steaming lakes of old-growth cypress
harbor alligator homes,
they danced delight around the Creole sons and fathers
down in Louisiana, where the black trees
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Prompt: Write a poem or story using the following as a start: "Down in Louisiana, where the black trees grow..."