The Spirit of Hemingway

Years ago On my way where there is no snow Travelled over bridges and water In this place I didn't want to go I felt this spirit Like something Contacting me Causing me strange feelings We finally reached Our true destination I felt it with some trepidation There was something in this place Later When riding around the island A residence we found It was colorful as a cat's lair Found out later It was a home Where Hemingway Stayed part of his life (I will always believe that I felt his spirit reach me, that is his spirit of writing. I really didn't know anything about him at that time and when I returned home, I looked up some information about him and got a book that was written by him. I always wonder why I hadn't heard of him before.)