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.