Beneath the sun’s golden embrace,
The sea stretches, an endless grace.
Waves dance with a gentle sway,
In Hemingway’s world, they play.

The salt-kissed air sings a tune,
Of battles fought beneath the moon.
Fishermen’s dreams cast far and wide,
On the ocean’s eternal tide.

Words weave stories in the sky,
As seabirds soar and ships pass by.
Echoes of tales untold and grand,
In the whispers of the sand.

In this realm of blue and foam,
Hemingway finds his heart’s true home.
A canvas vast, where dreams set sail,
On the sea’s endless, timeless trail.