History in haiku:
The American saga, seventeen syllables at a time

Walking from Asia / A hunter, a tribe, a clan / Into a new world. (First arrivals, c. 15,000 BC)

The Norsemen sail west / For fish, grapes, a plot of ground / Then sail east again. (Newfoundland, c. 1000 AD)

The white ships appear / The bearded ones come ashore / Who the hell are they? (Columbus, 1492)

Fever takes the young / Their parents weep, then die too / Whole peoples perish. (First contacts, 15th–19th centuries)

Gold! There will be gold! / For gentlemen to gather / In fair Virginia! (Jamestown, 1607)

No gold, no profit / No corn, no meat, no sugar / Nothing but hunger. (Virginia, 1607-24)

Torn from their homeland / Transported in misery / To toil in chains. (Slave trade, 17th-19th centuries)

A cold churning sea / A windswept peninsula / This is our refuge? (Plymouth, 1620)

We make of ourselves / A single body to seek / The general good. (Mayflower Compact, 1620)

More coming . . .