Beneath the azure sky, where seagulls cry,
Hemingway’s spirit sails, never to die.
The waves whisper tales of courage and might,
In the heart of the ocean, he finds his light.

With each ripple, a story unfolds,
Of battles fought and legends told.
The sea, a canvas of endless blue,
Reflects the soul of a writer true.

In the embrace of salty air,
Hemingway’s dreams are laid bare.
The horizon beckons, a siren’s call,
To the sailor-poet, who gave his all.

As the sun sets, painting the sky,
The sea and Hemingway, side by side.
An eternal dance, a timeless tale,
Of a man, a pen, and the ocean’s veil.