Camp E-How-Kee Poem by James McLain

And after, i weigh
those fourteen months
and i have still
both my hands
and both my eyes
and it being natural
that my back now would be
and fleet as any deer
and in no tree could a monkey hide
leaving my mark on the trees
of many rivers
and upon our return
mother always fed us right
and we were all but children
under the sky
and every single night
the strars were brand new
being simple children
and the rest i will leave out
being equal in my hands
the weight and the scale
and there were no chains.