After hopping over the boulders
along the North West Arm
Ron coaxed me up the hill
to one of my favourite back scratching lawns.
The lawn is particularly enticing
because it's extra scratchy rough
and you know what it's like to get your back scratched,
well, hum doggy this is special!
Whenever the peeps are ready to continue our walk
then I'll stop scratching ~~~ !
I guess we are ready
and that means
I must mosey along.
Up the old stone steps
which make it much easier to see in amazement
the view in front of me
Just ask me if I feel blessed!
