the quest as-if

I put on my armor as-if and trod
the land like a bandit lightning shod,
sowing seeds by boot with each
thunder stamp growing crops behind
without hindward glance, and
reaping by wind in backward gust!

I trust it all came out like I planned
to a bumper crop windfall,
bold and just

a bit too much 

for a man to plant. 

Having roamed all the world
and called it blest, and ordered 
it best, 

I found myself home,
and I never left.