History in English Haiku

I was browsing thru some old Smithsonian magazines, dated 1999 and 2003, that had been stored in the garage, and discovered some long forgotten articles and the following haiku written by Spike Gillespie.

The following haiku are a look at our past, written in English. The English form follows the Japanese rules of seventeen syllables and three lines, but is less strict, particularly concerning the number of syllables and subject matter.

Haiku by Spike Gillespie as printed in the Smithsonian Magazine 1999, 2003
Big bang or maybe six days of work, one of rest. Somehow, it begins.	Dinosaurs tromp tromp, act tough, then die so Spielberg can win more Oscars.
Homo erectus is Mr. Smarty No Pants plays with fire, makes tools.	Ice age arrives and prompts Homo sapiens to start wearing some clothes.
Hunt, gather? Why? This is the dawning of the age of Agrarius	There's no place like Rome, A salad of Caesars tossed aside by the Goths.
Guttenberg printing thrills all the writer types with a moveable feat.	Fourteen ninety-two; Chris Columbus breaks ground for the first McDonalds.
Colonists unite. Boston tea fling leads sun to set on British flag.	Industry arrives. It's electric. It's steamy. We are humming now.
Eighteen sixty-one: divided we fall. Able Lincoln unites us.	One world war follows another. Rosie rivets. Patton rolls. We win.
Russia leads space race. So? They get Sputnik but we get Elvis Presley.	Alphabet of strength: MLK, JFK, X Spelling civil rights.
Sixties. Some drafted. Some protest. Some seek flower power in the Haight.	John Travolta is disco dance personified. (What WERE we thinking?)
Internet arrives. You have mail! How did we find Things before Google?	The young dot-wealthy kiss hubris 'bye; bubble bursts, Can't cash laughingstocks.
A pair of Bushes are planted at the White House, make Clinton sandwich.	Crisis speak thy name, First Saddam. Then Monica. Then Saddam, again.
The twin towers fall. Sorrow, anger and pride rise up from the ashes.