Serenity

 On sunny weekends my family would go to one of the beaches, i.e., Salisbury, Seabrook, Hampton, or Rye.  We took Route 110.  The poet John Greenleaf Whittier was born in a house along 110.  Every time we rode by that house, my dad will tell the same joke: You may think you're pretty smart but the man who lived in that house was wittier!

Serenity

by

John Grenleaf Whittier

And so, beside the silent sea,

      I wait the muffled oar;

No harm from Him can come to me

      On ocean or on shore.