Are you still there? (a poem)

Yankee Doodle, are you still there?

The fog around you is dense.

There are many who want you to disappear,

But I stubbornly have a sense

 
That you’ll be here forever,

That it’s not just me seeking you,

But millions of average Americans

Still stand for the red, white and blue.

 
There are heroes among us every day,

Each fighting for you in their own small way.

 
Let politicians sneer at our middling roots.

They are not worthy to polish your boots.

 
So stick a feather in your cap

And blow the fog away.

You’re still our ultimate hero

While we breathe freedom’s air every day.

Yankee Doodle, are you still there?

The fog around you is dense.

There are many who want you to disappear,

But I stubbornly have a sense

 
That you’ll be here forever,

That it’s not just me seeking you,

But millions of average Americans

Still stand for the red, white and blue.

 
There are heroes among us every day,

Each fighting for you in their own small way.

 
Let politicians sneer at our middling roots.

They are not worthy to polish your boots.

 
So stick a feather in your cap

And blow the fog away.

You’re still our ultimate hero

While we breathe freedom’s air every day.