The only peace to know my place And what I now must do Striding with the light full in my face And gravel in my shoe. Bright elemental and as dexterously brilliant as ever John Fullers latest collection takes as its subject our ends and our origins. Here are songs serenades literary cameos an ode to a golden anniversary a long letter to an old friend and two majestic sequences one dedicated to the Welsh woman of the woods Mary Price the other sundrenched sonnets that keenly observe the natural world against the flavour of our own mortality. With wit warmth and wisdom Gravel in My Shoe playfully balances the light and shade of life in full awareness of its passing but with a spring in its step nevertheless. It shows us ultimately that life is too short but poetrys eternal. show more