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.