In the whisper of the waves, his spirit roams,
Beneath the azure canopy, where freedom foams.
With every surge and swell, a tale unfolds,
Of courage, solitude, and hearts of gold.

The sea, a vast and boundless stage,
Where Hemingway’s words transcend the page.
Each ripple a line, each tide a verse,
A timeless saga, both blessing and curse.

The marlin’s struggle, a metaphor grand,
Of man’s eternal duel, hand in hand.
Against the odds, in the ocean’s embrace,
He finds his strength, he finds his place.

In the heart of the sea, where legends are spun,
Hemingway’s legacy, like the sun, never undone.
Through salt and spray, his memory weaves,
A tapestry of life, amongst the waves.