In the heart of the boundless blue,
Where waves whisper tales anew,
Hemingway found his eternal muse,
In the sea’s embrace, he’d never lose.

A mariner’s fate, a fisherman’s dream,
The ocean’s call, a timeless theme,
With every crest, with every trough,
His words flowed, neither harsh nor soft.

The salt in the air, the sun’s warm kiss,
A testament to a life of bliss,
He cast his nets, he cast his lines,
In the sea’s vast heart, his soul aligns.

Beneath the stars, in twilight’s glow,
The sea’s deep secrets, only he’d know,
Hemingway, the sea, a bond so true,
An endless dance, forever blue.