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.