The Alvar Fields             
                          
                                          
 From   North   To   South,   Thirty  Odd 
 Kilometers.  From  West  To  East,  Four 
 Thousand Meters. From Topsoil To  Stone, 
 A Foot Or  Two. No  Roots Can Fester, No 
             Dust Can Linger.             
                                          
 Here  Is Earth,  Clay,  And  Sturdy  Low 
 Plants.  Bushes  Frame  The  Strip.  The 
 Earth Is  Bare  In  Patches  As Large As 
               You And Me.                
                                          
 Cross It To  Get To The Ocean,  Or Don'T 
          To Stay Where You Are.