Never will you see the heft and carry the day’s endless burden of bale and bale sense the gravity and grip of every string Never will you feel the blistered hands the tightened chest, the aching spine the midday burn on shoulder and back Never will you hear those big engines turn as they shudder the earth beneath your feet the incessant rhythm of combine and baler Never will you breathe in cut hay and diesel Have your raw throat choke on rough barley seed have your eyes sting blinded with sweat Never will you bend with workers in the…