Here is the Jeff Chapman-Crane poem that is engraved in the base of his "The Agony of Gaia" sculpture.

Only
the clarion cry of woodland bird
the trickling song of mountain stream
should fill the silence here
Stately oaks
should crown this noble queen.
Here sleek fox and graceful doe
should raise their young
squirrel and chipmunk find a home
Only the dance of dying leaf
the burgeoning thrust of budding tree
should mark time’s passage here.
But no.
Lust would never have it so.
The deadly drone of diesel engine,
steel machines to cut and slash,
assail this fertile mother land
leave behind no unturned stone.
Stripped to the bone and ripped apart
she grieves,
her heart is left to die alone.
Only the flesh of fallen trees,
the bone-gray mounds of granite stones,
Only the stagnant blood of
mud-choked mountain streams,
to tell the tale remain.
But know.
Her seeds are left for us to sow.
The earth lies unreclaimed.

You can read about my encounter with Jeff at my blog. Please contact Jeff for permission to use this poem.