and that made me think that maybe there are lots of roads all over that are just going begging ; roads with rock walls beside them , real roads with blackberry bushes growing alongside them but nobody to eat the berries but the birds and gravel pits with old rusted chains hanging down in low curves in front of their entryways , the pits themselves as forgotten as a child 's old toys with scrumgrass growing up their deserted unremembered sides .