Beneath the sky, where endless waters meet,
Hemingway’s spirit sails, forever fleet.
The sea, an open book of tales untold,
His pen, a vessel, brave and bold.
The waves whisper secrets of the past,
Stories of sailors, their shadows cast.
Through storm and calm, his words prevail,
A timeless voyage, an eternal trail.
The horizon beckons, a distant dream,
Mirrored in the ocean’s gleam.
Hemingway’s heart, with the sea entwined,
In every line, his soul defined.
The tides embrace the moonlit night,
In prose and verse, he takes his flight.
The sea and Hemingway, forever one,
A journey endless, never done.