Beneath the vast and endless sky,
Where Hemingway’s spirit seeks to fly,
The sea whispers tales of old,
In waves of silver, blue, and gold.
The mariner’s heart, so brave and true,
In every wave, a dream anew,
With lines and hooks, through stormy night,
He battles on, till morning light.
The ocean’s depths, a mystery grand,
With Hemingway’s pen, we understand,
The ebb and flow of lifeâs great sea,
In words and waves, we find the key.
So let us sail with hearts unbound,
In Hemingway’s lore, our souls are found,
The sea, eternal, wild, and free,
A timeless dance, for you and me.