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.