Dial, dial, Dialing, dialing,

The landline phone ringing, ringing.

"Want to play Minecraft with me? You would?"

The disc within the xBox spins

This was the sound of childhood.

Graphite, wood, ink, plastic,

Colors 'cross the page, spastic.

Reds and greens and blues were good.

White, construction, loose leaf, thin,

This was the sight of childhood.

Rushing, rushing, clear and pure,

Bass and bluefins, hook and lure,

Minnow nets cast in a wildwood.

Pike and sunfish, carp and trout,

This was the feel of childhood.

Fishing, drawing, gaming days,

Some gone past by the sun's bright rays,

The scent of fish, rubber, and wood,

The weight of controller, net, and pen,

These were all my childhood.

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