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.