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.