In the cradle of the ocean’s might,
Where Hemingway’s spirit finds its flight,
The waves whisper tales of the past,
In the endless sea, his stories cast.

The sun dips low, a golden hue,
Reflecting dreams both old and new,
In salty breeze, his words remain,
Echoes of life, of joy and pain.

The sea, a mirror to his soul,
In every wave, a story told,
Of battles fought and wisdom gained,
In Hemingway’s heart, forever retained.

Beneath the stars, the sea’s embrace,
A timeless dance, a sacred place,
Where Hemingway and the ocean meet,
In harmony, their spirits greet.