You have a distinct narrative style which I quite like. This poem has a certain melancholy about it, rooted in memory, a longing for a return to past life. I was drawn to it from the title; I dont think I have been to the coast you mentioned, I have only passed through Arklow on occassion, but I can get a clear picture of a little boy on the Wiclow coast in summer playing, without a care in the world. I enjoyed the read, well done.
Colm