The Little Engine That Could Poem

In a world of hills, so steep and high,

Lived a little blue engine, reaching for the sky.

With a heart so bold and wheels that could,

The Little Engine faced a challenge understood.

On a sunny day, with a load so grand,

A shiny new train was stuck in the sand.

The passengers fretted, their spirits so low,

They needed help to make their journey go.

The shiny trains, big and strong,

Said, "We can't help, the hill's too long."

But the Little Engine, with a gleam in its eye,

Stepped forward, ready to give it a try.

"I think I can, I think I can," it said,

Climbing the hill with hope widespread.

Coal-fired determination, puffing and chugging,

The Little Engine's spirit was truly tugging.

The hill was steep, the challenge immense,

Yet the Little Engine, with confidence,

Chanted its mantra, clear and loud,

"I think I can, I'm strong and proud."

Up the hill, the Little Engine strained,

Raindrops falling, courage gained.

"I think I can, I think I can," it cried,

As it chugged along with a sense of pride.

Passing others who doubted its might,

The Little Engine pressed on with all its might.

"I thought I could, I thought I could," it sang,

As over the mountain, its triumph rang.

A tale of courage, resilience so true,

For the Little Engine, and for me and you.

A journey of belief, where dreams unfold,

"I knew I could," a story retold.

To the little ones, with dreams so wide,

The Little Engine whispers, right by your side.

With "I think I can" echoing through the air,

You'll conquer any hill, if only you dare.