I’m sharing another riddle by way of Sidney Saylor Farr’s book My “Appalachia – A Memoir” with you today.
In yonders lot there is a cup,
And in that cup there is a drop,
And of that drop we all must taste.
A few of you got the answer to the last riddle in case you missed it-it was Andrew.
Tipper
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O gosh Tipper, this one has me puzzled. Is it Death? Or Grave .
I’ve never seen “yonder” used as a plural (yonders) or a possessive (yonder’s). Yonder, in my lexicon, is one place, seen yet unseen. Fixed yet fluid. Anywhere yet everywhere. But that is yonder not “yonders.” This one has me bumfuzzled!
I thought death too at first but “yonders lot” throwed me for a loop!
Yes, spell check it “throwed” me!
I’m no good at riddles, heck I get lost going Mall shopping and it’s the same one we’ve gone to for years, but put me in the woods and I’m good, but I like Ron’s answer I vote for Ron.
Isn’t it death that we all must taste?
Death?
Hmmm not sure whether the riddle is about the lot, the cup or the drop. But I am going to guess the lot is the cemetery and the cup is death. I am thinking maybe the use of the word “cup” is an intentional allusion to
JOH18:11 Then said Jesus unto Peter, Put up thy sword into the sheath: the cup which my Father hath given me, shall I not drink it?