Oh my stars! Like a woven basket of life's little treasures, this gentle giant keeps your linens snug, yet never offers a single hug. It's the keeper of daily drudges, filled with garments that need the suds.

I have no hands, but I hold fast, No arms, yet I can hold, I’m useless when loose, But trusted when tight. What am I?

I rise to look, then sink between I help you see without being seen

Stand alone, Country road, Upward hand, Another load, Lower hand, Load retrieved, Again tomorrow, More received

You can use me in a game, but safety comes first. I can also be second while frog comes third; again, safety is important.