I feel this untitled poem was written for me because aspects of The Houghtlin Garden are mentioned; my little gate of green and the garden’s Iris galore. The poem is from an old catalog of “Green Gate Gardens 1931” which used to be in Bennettsville, South Carolina. The owner’s name was Gabrielle Drake McColl.
The garden with its little gate of green,
Invites you to enter, and view mysteries unseen,
Its vine laden bowers and overhanging trees,
The air filled with sweetness, the hum of the bees,
The flagged walks with Iris galore,
Of most beautiful coloring, unknown before,
Pink, white, purple, yellow, azure blue,
Mixed and mingled of every hue,
You come away wondering, can more beauty be seen
Than in the garden with its little gate of green. -Winstead.
Below is my little gate of green: Star Jasmine covers the archway entrance into the back garden.