I am from a looney land

With Bugs and Daffy

I can hear it now,

“That’s all Folks”

The tunes never stop

Neither does the laughing

I am from the constant

Wheeze, wheeze

Of my breathing

Asthma is where I am from

Limiting my sports

Wishing I could do more

I am from books

With their endless stories

And hours of devotion

With the satisfying

“Whomp” sound they make

When I slam the cover shut

I am from music

Strings, horns, and piano

All constantly playing

Sound explodes from me

Sometimes from instruments

But crashes, yells and bangs as well

I am from school

With the scratch of pencils

And the swish of paper

The hours spent there

Make the work worth it

When my grades come

I am from the universe

And He who created me

I am who I am

I am from many places

And I am always

On my way to somewhere else