More Gymnastic Photos

We have done gymnastics for about a year now so its normal for us to be able to almost do the split.
Me...
...doing the bridge...

...and the splits...


My Friend,Veronica...
...doing the same...



...Are we flexible?

The Lord...

Brothers...

...Too many of them

Me...

...In the olden days

To Kuma

Kuma died The night of 27/01/09 buried the day after.He got run over by a car.It was a very sad day for me,for,as my cat,I loved him very much.I wrote a poem about it.


Kuma, my cat,
My sweet, fat, cat.
Died the night of the 27th on the street,
Who in Heaven I will be sure to meet.
With many, many others,
Including Maxi and Speckles,
Who were so like sisters and brothers.

Kuma used to stretch on my lap,
Sleeping and taking his nap.
He used to sprawl in the sun,
Obviously having so much fun.
He would always give me a "catty kiss,"
Which I will surely, surely miss.

My dear, sweet, loving pet,
In the grave he was set.
Tears spilled,
In the air sadness filled.
Kuma, my cat,
My sweet, fat, cat.

Angels...

...Actually Baby Angels

On The Lake

On the lake,
I saw a drake.
I saw the hue,
Of the morn so blue.
Then out came the sun,
Peeping around for some fun.
On the other side of the lake was a smelly bog,
Full of wart studded toads and hoppy frogs.
I like to observe don't you see,
I like to peep around rocks and trees.
But observing is a dangerous job,
You might find yourself bobbing in smelly gob.
Or surrounded by wart studded toads and hoppy frogs,
Or maybe floating on a petrified log.

By Chloe 26.11.08