I've been going through some of the old books I have, and this illustration came from a very battered old book of Children's poetry.
This faded picture reminds me of when my siblings and I would pretend that my garden (in the middle of the blueberry patch) was an Island. Mom would pack a lunch, a storm would rise in the blueberry patch and we would suddenly become marooned. What adventures we had! Climbing the oak tree to see an approaching sail, fighting off imaginary pirates and building forts from abandoned "planking."
Sometimes I wish I could go back there.