Forty tons
if an ounce
One stone- a boulder,
and a young couple
with a child,
near where Hemingway lay.
A country side
remote and tall
requiring devotion, strength,
of just a couple
with a child,
where Hemingway lay.
A land trod quickly by some
mountains and creeks
A soul stealing beauty,
and the young couple
with the child
where Hemingway lay.
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