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.
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