I have been here for longer than you can remember......
You may have been one of the many children who have climbed up my limbs ......
Countless birds have been born in the nests that decorate my branches...
My bark is gnarled and scarred....
I have survived floods and drought, cold and heat.....
I am old...I am beautiful....
Come...shelter in the coolness of my shade.
This is the old cottonwood tree on the ball field at Prescott Mile High Middle School which used to be the High school.