river Reed By Ivy o. Eastwick Art by doug bowle In a time without music the Cave boy stood by a murmuring stream a whispering woo and he heard the sounds of that lonely place near the hazel s beauty He plucked a reed from the green bank there and he piped a tune that was light as air Then the time without music was changed indeed by the skill of the boy with the river reed
river Reed By Ivy O. Eastwick Art by Doug Bowles In a time without music the Cave Boy stood by a murmuring stream in a whispering wood, and he heard the sounds of that lonely place near the hazel’s beauty and the willow’s grace. He plucked a reed from the green bank there, and he piped a tune that was light as air . . . Then the time without music was changed indeed by the skill of the boy with the river reed